Just hold on, life. Finals are 18 and 21 days away, respectively. Come on, brain. Brain, already. Come on heart, stop pounding out of your cage, stay in place in your tidy chest cavity.
Come on, 18 days. Fly by. Give me some hours every day to study, to eat, to sleep, to knit, to unwind, to kiss my husband and drink coffee and hug the pups and love the people who love me.
Come on, quarter. Let's finish this shit.
Thanksgiving is next week, and I'm stoked for that. The day after Thanksgiving, the Christmas music comes out for me, and I will be GOD DAMNED if I let my very very favorite time of year swirl past me without taking the time to enjoy it and be present in it with the people I love, who love me.
Please, life. Let me get through this without having to drop another class. Let me succeed. I am honestly doing the very very best that I can, and I want it to be enough.
Por favor, A Dios, me pido de Usted....
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