33 and 5 days
I was going to write on my birthday. Then I was going to write on Monday so I could alliterate, except with numbers. Now it’s Wednesday but that title is stuck in my head and at least 5 is an odd number because I like odd numbers.
I like odd numbers. Sometimes, you gotta really dig. Even for the little stuff.
I was spoiled with a new iPod shuffle the week before my birthday. It is cute and clippy and totally unnecessary because I already had a shuffle that worked perfectly fine. But I really wanted one - I kept tangling the old ear phones/neck strap in the dog’s leash.
I also received tons of gift cards from Tom’s family for which I haven’t properly thanked them. And emails/cards/texts from friends. And booze from a very astute sanctuary friend.
I made the very difficult decision to drop out of my class at school. My scheduling was difficult, but not impossible. What was impossible was finding time to study. Any time I am home I want to sleep or clean. Or sometimes both. It really got away from me three weeks ago and I told myself up until the day before a test that I could catch up.
I am not happy with this decision. More to the point, I am not happy with the knowledge that I won’t take any classes over the summer or in the fall. There are work/sanctuary-related deadlines that I know will occupy most of my time. And I knew this (for the most part), going into this situation.
The truth is, I have been very burned out on school ever since I got *any* kind of job. Not since the second semester of school have I really been interested - in part because I haven’t been able to focus.
So…do I plan to return to school fulltime at some point in the future? Or do I cut my losses? These sorts of questions weigh on my mind even though I have absolutely zero brain power to make any decision on the matter.