This month has been INSANITY. And I love it. At least most of it. I have fabulous thoughts about this month and I hope to write them down someday. However, because of the insanity, I don’t know when that will happen. Maybe Labor Day weekend?
Probably not. I’ll be sleeping. Because I wake up every day at 6 AM. And I work 40 hours a week. And I’m taking 9 hours of graduate classes. And I’m attempting to maintain friendships of those near and far, including 24-hours only trips to Arkansas and meeting up with friends near and far for snatches of time.
I don’t have time to read, I don’t have time to sleep, but that’s ok. I love my life right now. Except I don’t love grad school. Maybe that will change.
September…bring me sleep.
Also, bring the Little Light House $500,000. If you read this and haven’t heard yet, the school I work for/adore is in a contest on Facebook to win $500,000. Go to Littlelighthouse.org and click on the Kohl’s Cares link and VOTE for the Little Light House!
[Also, Ravelry/UU, I miss you. Someday…I may have free time again and I’ll come back.]
Bring it September.
I’m 22 now. And I had such a good, full birthday that I’m up now late into the night finishing up my preparations for my Senior Seminar presentation.
I spent my day with some of the people I love the most–whom I won’t see frequently after the next few weeks. Let’s not think about that right now.
In nine hours, I will be done. I will be free of Senior Seminar. This is quite possibly one of the most exciting things that has happened to me in awhile.
Will I be less busy? No, of course not.
Good job April. Yesterday was a good day.
Lord, make life beautiful.
This was supposed to be published on February 1st. It wasn’t. So here it is now…in March, but with the appropriate date.
February starts in less than half an hour.
How did that happen? January has swooshed by in a blur of the beginning of my last semester in college and the start of many new, crazy things in my life.
February promises to be just as exciting.
March may be terrifying, though.
Time marches onward much too quickly for my taste. It’s hard to live in the moment and embrace each day as it comes. It’s hard to have faith that “things” will work out the way they should.
But I have to. And they will.
I still want freshly pressed apple juice. Thanks WordPress for always reminding me of my desire for said juice with a link for “freshly pressed posts.” Oi.