Hello, pickles! I’m sleepy today. If I don’t wake earlier, I wake at least by five-thirty every morning, and I love this because in my mind, the earlier the better. The earlier I’m up, the more hours I have to do the things I love to do by myself, without anyone else around to distract me.
I’m back on a reading jag, voracious as a billy goat in a tin can factory, and most of my morning is spent in spiritual reading, writing, reflection, and meditation. The rest of the day, off and on of course, I read for fun. Yesterday I picked up Augusten Burrough’s book Possible Side Effects and am really enjoying it. While I find David Sedaris a tidge funnier, Burroughs is just as endearing and has moments of comedic brilliance and wordsmithery as well. I gave up on him for awhile after Running With Scissors because I just didn’t like it much, but when my friend gave me a copy of his book Dry, I fell in love with him. I guess I like him more as a struggling adult than as a broken child. A skilled, funny, and emotionally vulnerable essayist is an outright gift from heaven.
I know I said I’d be going to the school today to talk to someone about the medical transcription program, but I am just so reluctant to rouse that sleeping bugbear. sigh. It’s something that I know I have to do, and that I also want to do because it’s good for me, like taking my vitamins. But it isn’t something that I’m exactly eager to do because of my past history with school. My recent past history. The one in which I spend twelve to fourteen hour days, seven days a week, for two long years, stressing over schoolwork. Maybe now you can see the source of my hesitation. I’m trying to pipe in a message to my brain saying that I don’t have to work like that this time around, that I can relax and get less than perfect grades, but I don’t know if I can truly grasp that and make a change. I wish I could; I just really don’t think I can and this bothers me. I will sign up for school – I’ll take the plunge – but my little heels are wanting to stay dug in to the coziness of my present circumstances. I know they can’t stay there. I know that. I know! Erk.
Torie’s back tomorrow, which means today I’ll do a little deeper cleaning than my usual swipe at this surface and that, and I’ll change her sheets because Jess has stayed over a couple times and he’s a hairy guy, enough said. I’ll be very glad to have her back again – she’ll be here till the end of Octoberish – though it will once again change the dynamic of my days. But, the only constant in this world is change, or however that saying goes, so I’ll adjust.
Speaking of which, a new post over on A Hedonistic Mystic. Love to all. kiss!