I’m drinking a Heineken and I can hear my heart beating in my ears, it’s bouncing against the peach fuzz.
I’m thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve blogged. I’m trying to decide if I blog less when I’m busy with love, or when I’m bogged down by heartache. This week has been difficult. It marked the anniversary of the death of one of my best friends. I’ve yet to get my full cry out.
I also ended a situation that I know I’m not done with. My mother says if you don’t feed it, it will die. I keep leaving crumbs like I don’t know how to hit “ignore” or block a number.
Speaking of my mother, she did an amazing thing for me yesterday and it reminded me of what I already knew…that she is the best.
I am in a good place. But I think I had lost sight of that. The weight of this week has forced me to feel the contrast and count my blessings.
I had to take the hardest test I’ve had in a LONG time today. The professor programmed it to allow us 90 minutes to complete it. But in the library, your web session ends after 1 hr. So with 11 minutes to go, and 22 hard ass global government questions left…I started guessing. The questions might as well have been in Chinese. I knew I had 3 attempts to take it, so I sped through just to guage how terrible I’d do. I assumed I’d get a 50 or worse. Finished with 4 minutes left and got an 88. Look at God throwing his weight around.