My new favorite place

Recently, Stacie took me to a store called Concho Confetti. It sells a bunch of old stuff and it's really neat. Well mom and I went on Saturday to look around and I feel absolutely in love with this store. The reason can be summed up in this picture.

There is a corner of this store that contains old black and white photos that people apparently just didn't want anymore. Now I don't know if my mom just raised me right or if I'm a weirdo, but I have a strange passion for thigns from the old. I LOVE it! I stood for a good 15 minutes digging through this pile of pictures. There were baby photos and wedding photos and random photos. There were about 50 cents a piece so I picked out $5 worth and then forced myself to walk away. I loved looking at all those pictures and trying to figure out who the people in them were, where they were, what they were doing. It's interesting to me. It was sad at the same time because someone didn't feel that those pictures were important anymore so they just threw them out. It's tragic that someone's baby pictures and wedding pictures are being sold for 50 cents now. One of the pictures I bought has a story on the back of it. It's awesome! I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do with the pictures I bought but I'll figure something out. I just couldn't leave them behind. I'm sure I'll be frequenting that little corner of Concho Confetti quite often now that I know what treasures it holds. If nothing else, the pics are good inspiration for stories. :)

(There's also a section of filled out postcards! One was from 1928!!! LOVE IT!!!)

What the heck am I supposed to be doing???

Honestly, this whole no job, no ideas what I'm doing thing is starting to get old. I cannot force myself to even look at the one thing I technically KNOW I'm supposed to be working on and pursuing. I think the sheer fear of completely failing AGAIN is sucking all the fun out of what I love. I don't wanna be rejected. Could it be possible that I wasted a good 4 and 1/2 years getting a degree in something I love but am apparently not that great at? Surely not....right? I know I can write. I do it all the time. I can do it in my sleep. So why can't I do it when it counts?

Lately, I've been wandering around trying to figure out just what exactly I want to do, besides get married and have a family complete with house to manage. The ideas of marketing and baking have been floating around. I have no idea what marketing even entails though so I'm a little weary on trying that. I love baking. Like literally LOVE it. It's my stress relief. But I don't think I'm a pastry chef type person.

I don't know. I think that's the whole problem. I just DON'T KNOW! It's getting frustrating. Can a girl get a little encouragement here? Maybe a litte direction? Is that too much to ask? I hope not. Cuz I'm asking for both...