Raging Waters in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write

I kid you not, the 26th of December, my depression lifted, my illness left and I immediately turned into that meme of Julie Andrews from The Sound of Music spinning on the mountains. It was nice, but I was still drifting. At least I had work to keep my focus elsewhere. Today is my first day off in 20 days, not counting Christmas. It was nice to finally have a day off.

The silliness of all this depression has always been on the edge. It’s like I’m Moses constantly pushing the waters in all directions at once to stop them from crashing upon me. I’ve felt like this for months. The waters were starting to trickle in until I came home from work one night to find an e-mail waiting for me.

A year ago, I applied for the a Teaching Assistant Program in France only to be told that their age cut-off was 30 therefore making me too old. However, I had an e-mail from the TAPIF letting me know that they had extended the age cut-off this year and encouraging me to reapply. There was one little problem, I only have 16 days to get together a massive application, including two teacher recommendations.

Suddenly, it’s a race again. All of the waters that were threatening to overtake me were immediately pushed back. Once I have a goal to push towards, the entire background fades away and nothing else exists. Nothing has changed except for the fact that I’ve been put into motion and I have a short period of time to jump through a complicated series of hoops.

It’s for the best.

Oh, and the worst thing happened, too. My grandfather is putting the entire rest of my family on the street. Let the waters rage, I’ll just run across the waves now.