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I feel like I've been soaring through never-never land for the past 3 months. Even though I've been working full time, and recently started class again, I don't feel like I've touched ground reality.
I have so much to write and say, but I'm so tired. I was just thinking about the times Mike and I would go up to his cabin and just hangout. And I kind of wish I could hide away with my friend now. I've been so busy, which is good. Work is great, classes are ok/will be kind of fun. It's really the sailing that's killing me right now. In more ways that one. But it'll wind down soon enough and by december I'll miss it terribly. I think I'm done with weekday races, and have a few weekends left. I just feel worn out.
Don't mean to sound sad or morose, I'm not. More pensive than anything else.
I keep hitting myself with the same hammer. And it does not feel good, even when I stop.
Hope all is well with everyone else.
I have so much to write and say, but I'm so tired. I was just thinking about the times Mike and I would go up to his cabin and just hangout. And I kind of wish I could hide away with my friend now. I've been so busy, which is good. Work is great, classes are ok/will be kind of fun. It's really the sailing that's killing me right now. In more ways that one. But it'll wind down soon enough and by december I'll miss it terribly. I think I'm done with weekday races, and have a few weekends left. I just feel worn out.
Don't mean to sound sad or morose, I'm not. More pensive than anything else.
I keep hitting myself with the same hammer. And it does not feel good, even when I stop.
Hope all is well with everyone else.