Goals

I started the new semester with goals. This is quite new to me. I make long term plans, but rarely make short term goals. It is so much easier for me to take each day at a time and let the consequences, if any, follow. However, this is probably not the way to go if you don't like staying up every night with the stress closing in on your fragile peace of mind. I started off slow: actually writing down my homework assignments. What a concept! I was able to make it each day without calling someone frantically trying to find out what the assignment was. Now I'm going so far as to write down other plans. I can finally hold together the shreds of my shattered social existence! Yay me!

Life is Good

There is no feeling to compare with that of which you get when you realize that everything you have worked for is falling into place. Every little step becomes clear, and you finally feel that cool sense of relief. You realize that all the worrying has been in vain. Your problems don't quite go away, but they shrivel in insignificance. It's like when you watch a movie that you've never seen before and you can't help but feel that slight tug of anxiety as the movie nears the climax. Sure, it's generally predictable enough, but you can't help but to doubt the character's capabilities. What if they can't make it? What if they get lost? What if they aren't saved? However, the movie comes to a close and your doubts are resolved with a happy ending. While my life is not a movie
(there's no fairy godmother to bail me out and bring me really cute shoes), I've been doing something right. That is enough to make me happy.

The Begining of an Addiction

The more you hear about my life, the more you realize why I have become hopelessly addicted to books. After a day of face-planting in a check-out line in walmart, getting chased around by a 5-year-old at work, and exploding my dinner, it's no wonder that reading sounds so good. The letters on the page stay put and remain unchanged, no matter where I am when I read them. It doesn't matter if I am stranded at a train station or spacing out in class, my book continues its story regardless of what is actually happening. It was always a bit of a problem though. After I had learned to read, I was notorious for disappearing when asked to do my chores. After searching everywhere, my parents would find me reading whatever I could get my hands on. They soon realized that the only way they could properly put me on time-out after such an episode, would be to confinscate the book. Not much has changed since then, whenever I get a moment in my crazy days I will probably have a book in my hands.