A few months back I made a quick decision to finish my bachelors degree. I applied right when the idea barely grazed my mind, and after a lot of paperwork and begging I was admitted. Since the beginning of January I've been in classes for the first time in years. Around that same time I inexplicably stumbled into my dream job. I've been making new friends, doing new things, listening to new music every day. It felt like it happened all at once.
I've realized that I explain myself to myself through my daily routine. Little things like kissing the cat on my way out, walking past the house with the wood sign displaying produce prices, or washing my face a second time after walking up that bitch ass hill everyday. Going on a walk at lunch to visit my squirrel friend who lives in the chapel, taking my last break to scarf an apple or orange. Walking home and wishing that guy whose dog doesn't seem too bright would just be my friend already, and then getting home and brushing the cat, doing some stretches, watch the Simpsons and probably, honestly, fall asleep at 8. When those things happened I had all these reminders about myself. That stuff doesn't happen like that anymore. Although I've been doing so many things I love, they are pretty different than the things I loved over a month ago. I find myself wondering from time to time who the hell I even am... Well, I don't got the answers. But I'm not letting it hold me down. Time is all I need to make sense of myself again.