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sometimes change is just needed
I've always loved my vanilla cappuccinos, but tonight, for some reason, I chose to make hot chocolate instead. Earlier today I chose to sit, relaxing in front of a movie over starting my 7 loads of laundry and working on homework.
I've taken a sabbatical from pleasure writing for over a month. It was a change as well. I needed it. Sometimes you have to take a break from something you love, just to shut up and listen. I had fallen into a pit of writing about things I knew nothing about; it was all babbling nonsense. The words weren't going anywhere; they were jumbled and illegible in a way. I chose to take a break. It was difficult thinking that I couldn't do something I loved, but I had to. I had to get up early and watch a sunrise, eat dinner while watching a sunset, sit and listen to people living life in the halls. I became a witness to the entire life of my roses and listened to at least 3/4 of my monsterous CD collection, really listening this time. I even took a week off of spending time with Gene. I reintroduced myself to God and felt like I had connected with him. I had to sit in CSU and just cry in prayer. I had to take a little driving trip around town.
These were not wants; they were needs. I redeveloped my relationship with life in a new way. It was a change. It was a need.
I'm still on my sabbatical, yet I feel it will subside during my freetime of Thanksgiving break. I didn't know if I was gonna go home. I think I've decided to though even though I don't really need it. I will be a change; one thanksgiving with work and one with home and as a college student. It just feels different for some reason, but change is always like that, unsure and indecisive.
I've always loved my vanilla cappuccinos, but tonight, for some reason, I chose to make hot chocolate instead. Earlier today I chose to sit, relaxing in front of a movie over starting my 7 loads of laundry and working on homework.
I've taken a sabbatical from pleasure writing for over a month. It was a change as well. I needed it. Sometimes you have to take a break from something you love, just to shut up and listen. I had fallen into a pit of writing about things I knew nothing about; it was all babbling nonsense. The words weren't going anywhere; they were jumbled and illegible in a way. I chose to take a break. It was difficult thinking that I couldn't do something I loved, but I had to. I had to get up early and watch a sunrise, eat dinner while watching a sunset, sit and listen to people living life in the halls. I became a witness to the entire life of my roses and listened to at least 3/4 of my monsterous CD collection, really listening this time. I even took a week off of spending time with Gene. I reintroduced myself to God and felt like I had connected with him. I had to sit in CSU and just cry in prayer. I had to take a little driving trip around town.
These were not wants; they were needs. I redeveloped my relationship with life in a new way. It was a change. It was a need.
I'm still on my sabbatical, yet I feel it will subside during my freetime of Thanksgiving break. I didn't know if I was gonna go home. I think I've decided to though even though I don't really need it. I will be a change; one thanksgiving with work and one with home and as a college student. It just feels different for some reason, but change is always like that, unsure and indecisive.