Life is a funny thing hey. It is equally tangible and intangible, and I suppose that is what makes it so awesome. One things for sure about life, is that it is meant to be lived. The irony though is that you can actually get through life by doing absolutely nothing. In other words you let life happen to you, by simply doing the bare minimum to survive.
Unfortunately I’m not that type of person. I’m not an over-achiever although some of my friends would disagree, however I do try to make my presence felt in this thing called life. It changes so often that its hard not to find it overwhelming. It’s actually quite amazing how humans are so adaptable to how life flows, for the most part that is.
2015 is in full swing and a quarter way through. I have many things on my to-do list and I have tick off arguably the biggest two. For one after many moons and tons of procrastination, I have returned to school. Oh my! I was last in school exactly ten years ago (wow I feel so old saying that) and I must be honest it was a scary decision. I’m in it now and thoroughly enjoying it. I had forgotten how much I loved learning. You see I’m not the self learning correspondence type. I am not wired like that, I need people around me. In any-case it’s amazing how much mileage you can clock in the life thing, yet still be completely unaware of how rapidly it changes. School reminds me of the significance of that daily.
It is a true exercise in juggling time management, a full day of work, 3 hours of lectures 3x a week and an assignment I’ve been trying to start. You see I work for a radio station in the marketing department doing events, which means I sometimes work weird hours. It’s during those times that I am reminded about my choice, the decision I made to change and better myself. Like a friend always says “Growing up ain’t for kids” no truer words have been said. That said though this is the best decision I’ve taken in a long while.
As a result of this decision, and a few others I made another major one. I’ve moved back home to my mom’s. This after having lived with my sister for awhile, then moving out to living on my own. I am now back in the nest, and it feels very weird. So weird that I’m struggling to sleep, which if you know me NEVER happens. See I’m a sleeper, and firm believer in naps frequently.
In any case after the moving and trying to settle back in to being under someone else’s roof, its the joy in my mother’s face that made this decision an easy one. I suppose the universe kind of nudged us both in this direction. My mom went from a full house with 3 boys and me, to living by herself and settling for the weekend visits. It got lonely and also became a safety issue. With the numerous attempted break-ins, and the last straw was when they tried to get in when she was at home alone in bed.
I get to try again at this life thing, help myself and help my mom. So it isn’t so bad after all. I feel safe and secure in both the decisions I took. Now to tackle a few more items on the list.
Happy is me.