Today is dad's birthday. Though we're not doing much to celebrate because his birthday present was the Yankee game at Yankee Stadium while we were in New York. New York, by the way, was amazing. We saw Wicked (loved it, would see it fifty more times), did some sight-seeing, saw a baseball game, toured around Melville, had a great time at the wedding, and got to spend time with relatives we rarely see and most of whom I barely know. All in all, a grand trip. I don't really have much to say, not because not much has happened though. On the contrary, a lot has happened (as is expected during the long laps of my entries) but I haven't really felt the need to pen anything lately. Must be all the talking. Last night Aunt Kim stopped by and Helen came up as well. Jackie and Tim were in California for the Espy Awards and so I was babysitting Mackenzie. That was fun (and exhausting). I am very much looking forward to an uninterrupted and extended sleep tonight. At any rate, somewhere between talking with my aunt and talking for hours with Helen, I came to a comfortable conclusion about the unsettling doubt of my journalism career. Remember, I never really chose journalism. When I was younger my mom had to instruct me to watch the news because I just wasn't interested. The news is depressing, let's face it. And the idea of writing nonfiction didn't much interest me either. Yet somehow, by the time I submitted my application to ASU, I had come to recognize journalism as my major. And ever since I've had doubts about it. Is this really what I want to do? Can I handle the pressure? Will I be any good? Where would I work? And so on. Those doubts still exist; I think they must to a certain extent or where's the challenge? But for the past two years I've been concentrating a lot harder on photography and photo editing than I have on writing, and after the other night of Photoshop exploration which resulted in a some-what cool looking CD cover for a friend's band, I realized that I really was discovering what I love to do. It's creative, limitless, and there is a job market for such a thing. So here's my resolution: I continue with journalism (I am already half-way done with it) and I go off and find a job and try it out, see where it takes me. If I'm not happy, I'll take some courses on the side for photography and graphic design and I change career paths. This way, I don't lose any time, I don't have any regrets or what-ifs, and I (hopefully) find a satisfying career.