A Saturday Morning

Endings can be so bittersweet.

Another month down ushers in a new, but this one was rough. Classes were quite demanding, but I did extremely well and am equally proud of my progress. I finished up finals today and am prepared for a relaxing weekend. Today we are having a crawfish and crab boil, regardless of the terrible weather. A little reminder of home.

Sometimes I wonder the most ridiculous things. We all have seen such horrible scripted "reality" television shows at least once in our lives (and if you haven't, you are keeping secrets). Me, personally, am agitated by such schemes. But is this really that far off from true life? I think we can be quite scripted mammals, watching what we say, taking each step carefully, the only thing missing is a crew with cameras. I'm starting to be able to read people quite well, and I see drama as if I am part of a series.

Sleep was very evasive last night. I looked for it in the soothing sounds of Josh Groban, searched for it face down in a pillow, and it seemed to just not exist. I woke to the lack of hot water to shower in and thus am still waiting for that to appear as well. Just little annoyances that should not bother me, but do.

I am looking forward to a new month. There will be new classes, a new outlook, and a much needed break someone intertwined in between. Maybe this will be the month where I forget about her. Maybe this is when I can actually move on and create a new chapter in my life.

Or maybe not.