Speaking of revivals, it's almost like I never learn. I make the same mistakes over and over and over again and I'm sick and embarrassed at this point I'm too old. I'm too old for it.
It really makes you wonder if people ever change. He was right, he tells me time and time again we don't inherently change. I find some sort of fucked up, twisted comfort in that because at least we know what to expect.
I think everything with us is looking up, coming home was definitely a good move to clear my head and get back on a more me-focused schedule.
Tomorrow I want to finish my take-home exam (goodbye finals), start painting and work out. That's an easy enough schedule to follow. Get some progress done on my transparency sewing project.
Day after I should take a trip to Barnes and Noble (sidebar - one on Central Ave is the closest and best parking) for a GRE book and more, maybe something to spark the intellect.
I finally remembered why I even logged onto Blogger, was going to make a holy grail post- coming up sharp - but it's also to revive the spark within and compensate for the depressing posts prior to this.
Revival of my life - I am a Renaissance woman in constant rebirth of all things.
Time is shedding another skin and I am transcending to thus another stretch of the path, it's time to take it back into my control. Be positive. Vibe with the ebb and flow of the universe. Clear the conscience.
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