This past week hasn't been one free of stress. The car, the job, and a gamut of other situations have all come together to form a nice triad, but things work out.

On a better note, I really like the work I'm doing as a para. I'm finding so much satisfaction in the special ed realm, and the part of me that wanted to go to UNC to study it four years ago is coming alive again. For whatever reason, I took a different path, but that's another post for another day.

Brewfest was this weekend, and although I had plans to go with Dre and some other people, I don't feel all that disappointed that I ended up not making it.

Lots of alcohol doesn't do it for me. I can't say that it ever has.

Releasing inner pain is easier (and better) for me without it, and I've found someone who will take my face in his hands and walk me through. The security and comfort that a clear head brings means more to me than anything.

I want to say something else in this post, but I don't have the right words in my head now.

This is my favorite postsecret from this week: