Sean, it seems to me, the folks who know you (i.e. Us), know you can do it. If your father says otherwise, clearly, he doesn't know you that well. I have confidence in your abilities. You can do it!

My dad just...sort of reflexively craps on any idea I ever have. Maybe he's negative, or maybe it's something about us together, but... I say get started. It might not be what you need to do, but from that you could find something else.

Sean, I am so glad that so many others are weighing in on this. Because I have issues around going back to school. You should totally get your degree so you can make me envious. And proud. Incidentally, as regards fields of study - I started out with chemistry, then changed to psychology before dropping out.

I have power, and so far things seem to be considerably less apocalyptic than predicted. The roads are a mess, but nobody's driving except sand trucks and TV reporters.

Completely unrelated to the weather, I managed to pull something in my back that’s really painful. In the ultimate non-sports injury, I was reaching behind my head to adjust a pillow and something went “pop.” I hope I haven’t broken another damn rib.

My mother and sister go through periods of rewriting my father.

Geez, Ginger, I hope you haven't broken a rib either.

Happy Birthday, Pix & Maria! I hope you both have a lovely day, however you end up spending it.

Sean, let me also weigh in on the "just do it"'s. I got an AA in Liberal Arts in my 20s, an AS in Computer Information Technology in my 30s, and finally a BS in Organizational Behavior (just shy of 40). It's a journey, and part of the journey is (sounds very hippy-dippy, but nonetheless true) "finding yourself". And "a journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step" - it's a truism for a reason. Try not to knock yourself out over what every step on the path will look like. Just figure out what the Next Step looks like and take it from there. We've got your back.

Sorry so many of us have suffered at the hands of people who maybe were doing their best, but nonetheless inflicted some wicked psychic damage. Supportive hugs all around (friendly waves to those whose preference lies that way).

Ouch, Ginger, hope it's just a mild pull of some kind rather than a break. {{{ Ginger }}} - that's an airhug that won't accidentally touch anywhere that's sore.

Yikes, Ginger! I hope you just pulled something that resolves itself quickly.

For all Bitches who find extremely overly firm affirmations reassuring, I give you Honey Badger Love. [link]

I'm going to stay in school this semester, and try as hard as I can to make it work.

Thanks, everyone.

Also, a very happy birthday to Pix and Maria.

Why does my phone always think that, when I'm swiping the word birthday, I'm actually trying to swipe the word Norgay?

Does a single sherpa get that much attention from other people?

And if my phone knows the word Norgay, why doesn't it know the word sherpa?