Surprise people.

There’s a lot that can be said for optimism. These days, the forces of nature have been forcing me to succeed when I have really been setting myself up for failure.

This time, it’s my turn to step up and take care of myself again. I’ve been working on it damn well.

Even when I gave up on something I was truly interested in, it dropped itself right there in my freaking lap.

Here’s the deal: I’ve organized everything, I’m eating healthier (I’ve replaced my morning coffee with an apple. try it, it has the same effect), I get work done earlier, I take walks alone in the park when I get overwhelmed by all of the people (during the day. I’m not about to get murdered).
Get this: I’m knitting again. Doing this has kept my hands occupied and lowers stress levels like no other. This way, I’m not wasting spare time stalking whothefuckcares on Facebook.

Unrelated though: I wish the dorms let us have a pet here. even a goldfish. Not that I don’t have plent