Some Time...
It has been some time, hasn't it? I have been so busy just working and living that I haven't had time to reflect. Not here, not in my paper journal, not even in writing poetry! Mainly, I have been happy and it's harder to write when I'm content. I really must train myself to write down the good stuff, too.
Something about me is pre-conditioned to view September as the beginning of a new year. Years of the big yellow bus have taken their toll, and when it's back to school, then it's time to get back to work,start afresh, and so forth with various other cliches for getting off my lazy tuches and doing something productive.
So here I am at the edge of another round of schooling, and I'm stocked with a whole list of goals and resolutions, as usual. Mainly, to be more independent, which may take some work. Evan moved to Kennesaw yesterday and I'm already driving my roommates crazy with my neediness. I need to get a paper-bag to huff into when I get manic like this. Soon, though, it will be fall and I will be so busy/depressed it will not be an issue. Although depressed has lately been less of an issue than years past. (Mostly due to being with Evan and moving out on "my own".)
Among the goals in my paper bag is to keep up with journaling, and to tell what happened as well as how I felt about it.
Today I slept 'til noon and had slim-rite for breakfast. I sorted some papers and then took the bus to work. I worked a 5 hour shift and managed not to lose my complete store of sanity. I got a ride home from a sympathetic co-worker and then made some various calls. I talked to Evan for a few minutes. (I think this distance will be good for us-an exercise in what we're made of) Then I wrote this entry, now I'm going to bed. ah, isn't life sweet?
Something about me is pre-conditioned to view September as the beginning of a new year. Years of the big yellow bus have taken their toll, and when it's back to school, then it's time to get back to work,start afresh, and so forth with various other cliches for getting off my lazy tuches and doing something productive.
So here I am at the edge of another round of schooling, and I'm stocked with a whole list of goals and resolutions, as usual. Mainly, to be more independent, which may take some work. Evan moved to Kennesaw yesterday and I'm already driving my roommates crazy with my neediness. I need to get a paper-bag to huff into when I get manic like this. Soon, though, it will be fall and I will be so busy/depressed it will not be an issue. Although depressed has lately been less of an issue than years past. (Mostly due to being with Evan and moving out on "my own".)
Among the goals in my paper bag is to keep up with journaling, and to tell what happened as well as how I felt about it.
Today I slept 'til noon and had slim-rite for breakfast. I sorted some papers and then took the bus to work. I worked a 5 hour shift and managed not to lose my complete store of sanity. I got a ride home from a sympathetic co-worker and then made some various calls. I talked to Evan for a few minutes. (I think this distance will be good for us-an exercise in what we're made of) Then I wrote this entry, now I'm going to bed. ah, isn't life sweet?