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I'm sitting in my kitchen, in PJs, finishing up some work and snacking on the best ratatouille ever. I made it last night, combining whatever random veggies I could find, and my expectations were low. Today it it is my favorite thing.
I love being a student. I worry that I love studentness more than I could ever love a job that might follow it. We shall see. Now my weekdays (except Monday, which is class-free) are like this:
7am: alarm goes off and Ali and I stumble out of bed and onto the street for a 5k walk with Daisy.
8am: shower and eat and makeup and clothes and byebyes and off to work
5:30pm: slam a PB&J as I head to class
9pm: home from class, late dinner, catch up with Ali, cook & pack food for lunch the following day
10:30: curl up on couch with Ali, read til I crash about an hour later
And it's quite lovely so far. It's scary, though, and I keep expecting something to happen that keeps me from pursuing it. These classes are unlike any I've taken before, which is uncomfortable. Before this, all the choices I've made have been obvious. This, though, this is out of left field. And I like it.
I love being a student. I worry that I love studentness more than I could ever love a job that might follow it. We shall see. Now my weekdays (except Monday, which is class-free) are like this:
7am: alarm goes off and Ali and I stumble out of bed and onto the street for a 5k walk with Daisy.
8am: shower and eat and makeup and clothes and byebyes and off to work
5:30pm: slam a PB&J as I head to class
9pm: home from class, late dinner, catch up with Ali, cook & pack food for lunch the following day
10:30: curl up on couch with Ali, read til I crash about an hour later
And it's quite lovely so far. It's scary, though, and I keep expecting something to happen that keeps me from pursuing it. These classes are unlike any I've taken before, which is uncomfortable. Before this, all the choices I've made have been obvious. This, though, this is out of left field. And I like it.