There are some times in my life where I just don't know. I just don't understand.
Like let's take today for example. I'm working at Ross. You know just smiling at people who could think of nothing better to do than make my life miserable at the end of the night by throwing clothes on the floor. I'm hangin' up hangers like nobody's business. I'm bagging clothes like a pro. So why do I feel so empty and not productive at all. Why do I feel like I don't belong here? I can't stand so many things in Utah, and I'm trying I really am. Promise. I miss Georgia. Where people have southern hospitality and do what their mothers taught them.
I know I'm supposed to be in Utah. I'm trying to let God be in control of my life. That's the lesson I need to learn. So I guess it's time I stop complaining and let Him take control.
This is such a grumpy blog post. If you read it, I'm sorry. I'll be happier next time.