1. I got into a minor car accident. No damage to my car or his.
2. I passed my final exam with a 84% "B"
3. My new job start date was pushed to end of May.
4. I filed my taxes by myself. It was a headache.
5. Time really is a big old band-aid on emotional wounds.
I was typing out an incident that happened at work but in the middle erased everything and decided that it's not even worth repeating.
Maybe there is a relationship between new relationships and the amount of words spoken between two people. Too many words and too few words are failure. There would also be words to avoid altogether to avoid certain failure. I know no scientific way to conduct this experiment. Without a doubt, saying hello is crucial to success in my theory.
Anyway, now that my mom is retired she is more happy, and therefore more agreeable. School does not feel so much like a burden anymore. This is not to say there is less work, but I'm no longer grieving over my relationship disaster of 2015. I take line dancing and thrown myself back into my art- pencil sketching. I have a semblance of happiness, if not actual happiness. How long will it last?
The only bad thing is that I have trouble sleeping despite working and working out, and I feel exhausted and ready for a nap by noon.
My mind is racing-
What have I done?
What do I have to do?
Why I am I here?
Where can I go from here?
Where are you?
Why me? Why you?
Am eternity has passed
And my mind has not tired
My mind has not yet won the race.
I'm getting serious flirty vibes from my new manager at my job. Maybe it's nothing, and I seriously hope that it's nothing, but he tried to lean on my shoulder while asking me how my day was. Talking is fine, but I would have much preferred not to be touched.