Sink or Swim

It's crunch time.

Sink or swim.

Honestly? I feel like sinking. It's so hard for me to get the motivation to finish this race when I honestly don't believe that I can do it. I'm not trying to sound like an Emo 13 year old here, I'm just being honest. I feel like I'm too behind, I don't have enough time, my professors are out of grace, and I don't have the skills to pass every class. When you're taking 24 units (10 classes), it's not too hard to let yourself think this way. It doesn't help that it's the time of the month and everything feels like it's the end of the world on top of the fact that it almost is.

Maybe I can do this. But I know it's on my shoulders. That's the thing. As much as I want to and tell myself to, I just can't muster up the kind of determination I need for this. What I should do is stop writing this and get down to business. But it's kind of releasing to get your feelings out on paper. Or type. Whatever.

I guess I should just say pray for me. Pray hard. That I can figure out how to motivate myself while asking for God's strength. 'Cuz I know that's the only way I'm going to pull this off.

Pray for me.


Love,
Erica

I Feel Like I Live On An Airplane

I'm back on another plane. As if flying for 22 hours a few days ago wasn't enough, right? This time I'm staying in the country. (Insert southern accent here:) I'm a goin' turkey huntin' with ma daddy and ma uncle. In Texas.

My dad keeps joking that I'm not going to know what hemisphere I'm in anymore. Let's not even get into time zones.

I think I would count myself as an expert flyer at this point. I should try to count how many times I've been on an airplane. Maybe that's what I'll do during this flight.

Or go through my 4000 Africa pictures. Or both.

Love, Erica

Test

I'm testing out mobile blogging! I tell you, the things BlackBerrys do to you.

Here's some of our South Africa team in the airport before we left!: