Nothing really constructive
I feel so at peace with the things that have been driving me nuts. Today is a day where the "problems" can't affect me and I feel as poised as Michelle Obama.
I took a good look at myself last August and discovered how disorganized I let myself become. I was turning into my mother, so I vowed to bring back the no-nonsense side of me that has been missing perhaps since freshmen year of high school. My mom was never one to do things on time or organize her messes, so I learned a little bit of that behavior and the clutter can actually make you miserable. Things that get left behind overwhelm and exhaust you. Ever wonder how some old people act so strangely? So assertively so that you mentally ask who corrupted them to act this way? I'm slowly finding out.
Unnecessary things upset me. My grandmother is one to buy small trinkets, discover they have no purpose, and dump them off on me. Then my carpet is full of unwanted garbage and the stress of it is so high that I all stand to do is let it sit there. What kind of mental disorder is this?
Crowds unsettle me a little too. So much now that I prefer to go to certain places when I know crowds are smaller. Although I like the excitement of an opening night, there is nothing more terrifying than merging with a curious crowd at a movie theater. I feel like I'm being analyzed for an advanced strand of DNA crucial to the cure for cancer.
The clutter problem is being worked through, but the crowd anxiety may take longer to control. I don't handle attention well.
Some exciting things are coming my way soon! A trip to disney next week, my first 5k, a new 5k late November, trip to Oklahoma, and the end of term. To my excitement, I discovered my Spring Break starts the same weekend as the Princess Half Marathon that I've decided I'm going to do. And its already towards the end of October, which is a great indicator that I'm getting old, as I lose concepts of time that when my favorite season gets here that it will last forever.
The year is going to go by too quickly, I know it. And though I should have enough anger to demolish a small building about all the crap that's happened at clinical, I'm afraid to let it go. In a strange way I am learning far too much and comfortably so that I dread switching instructors in December.
There's nothing really constructive to say or do for now, but I do know that things will get bumpy again for the next half of the semester. It is finally a little cooler outside and I'm hopeful for a chilly Halloween. A cold, yet sweet election day when Barack earns his position, but as there are still a few weeks left until then, I am paranoid and anxious for a significant difference in this country. And that difference is not only wanting to get rid of ignorance, but racial inhibitions.
I took a good look at myself last August and discovered how disorganized I let myself become. I was turning into my mother, so I vowed to bring back the no-nonsense side of me that has been missing perhaps since freshmen year of high school. My mom was never one to do things on time or organize her messes, so I learned a little bit of that behavior and the clutter can actually make you miserable. Things that get left behind overwhelm and exhaust you. Ever wonder how some old people act so strangely? So assertively so that you mentally ask who corrupted them to act this way? I'm slowly finding out.
Unnecessary things upset me. My grandmother is one to buy small trinkets, discover they have no purpose, and dump them off on me. Then my carpet is full of unwanted garbage and the stress of it is so high that I all stand to do is let it sit there. What kind of mental disorder is this?
Crowds unsettle me a little too. So much now that I prefer to go to certain places when I know crowds are smaller. Although I like the excitement of an opening night, there is nothing more terrifying than merging with a curious crowd at a movie theater. I feel like I'm being analyzed for an advanced strand of DNA crucial to the cure for cancer.
The clutter problem is being worked through, but the crowd anxiety may take longer to control. I don't handle attention well.
Some exciting things are coming my way soon! A trip to disney next week, my first 5k, a new 5k late November, trip to Oklahoma, and the end of term. To my excitement, I discovered my Spring Break starts the same weekend as the Princess Half Marathon that I've decided I'm going to do. And its already towards the end of October, which is a great indicator that I'm getting old, as I lose concepts of time that when my favorite season gets here that it will last forever.
The year is going to go by too quickly, I know it. And though I should have enough anger to demolish a small building about all the crap that's happened at clinical, I'm afraid to let it go. In a strange way I am learning far too much and comfortably so that I dread switching instructors in December.
There's nothing really constructive to say or do for now, but I do know that things will get bumpy again for the next half of the semester. It is finally a little cooler outside and I'm hopeful for a chilly Halloween. A cold, yet sweet election day when Barack earns his position, but as there are still a few weeks left until then, I am paranoid and anxious for a significant difference in this country. And that difference is not only wanting to get rid of ignorance, but racial inhibitions.