Like We Swore We Wouldn't Do

I make a lot of promises to myself. Stay up later. Go out more. Socialize. Stop setting yourself up for failure. Be easier on yourself. Use q-tips when you get out of the shower. Don't kill the dogs sniffing your door at 5am. The list goes on. Most of the time I break these promises because I (like last night) fall asleep watching Gilmore Girls at 8:30pm and don't feel the least bit bad about it. But maybe trade-offs are worth it.

I went out the night before until after midnight (seriously, I wake up at 6:30am on the daily so this was huge) and I didn't entirely hate myself in the morning. I spent time with people I care about. It didn't kill me. I need to start doing more of that.

I registered for Spring classes on Monday and got kind of excited like I used to when I get my school schedules. I'm going to be really busy and school is going to be really hard and...I'm looking forward to it. I like being on campus at 6pm when it's just starting to get dark and it's kind of quiet and you and your class are seemingly the only ones left. It's motivating, to me at least. Yesterday, I tapped into my nerd center that has been so long tucked away I didn't know it existed anymore and wrote out a test review for my accounting test coming up on Monday and forwarded it to the entire class. I didn't have to do that. But I know the names of at least 5 of the people in that class, which is huge for me, and I don't hate it.

For my Macro final there is a high possibility of me studying with two other girls who sit near me in class because we have weekly conversations. Yeah, I'm talking to people in my classes. Who knew making friends was so fun?

And I'm working really hard at work. Like three new job orders a day, emails to potential candidates, executing fee agreements, making websites from scratch on a regular basis kind of busy. But at night, I sleep. Sometimes like a baby, sometimes I have dreams of accounting equations and resumes. But you know what my dreams aren't? Scary. Stressed. Fearful. Desperate. Sad.

I really enjoy taking deep breaths of fresh air.

xx
Gina