Yesterday was pretty solid. As I summarized in a phone call at the end of the night, the morning was sluggish but picked up speed as soon as I remembered I had a meeting with a mentor to catch. The meeting was every bit what I expected it to be. Admittedly I was a bit nervous because the last time we'd spoken in depth was years ago, with only occasional e-mails here and there to plunge into the waters and ensure they remain anything but stagnant or derelict.
A given to anybody who has known me this past year, but plenty has happened since the summer of 2014. Of course her end was no different. We divulged in great breadth. I surmised that she enjoyed these talks just as much as I do long ago, finding grounds for the allegation only then when I got distracted just long enough to check my phone and see two hours had sneaked past. One could say that a majority of my biggest "life" moments occurred since my first day at university and it was a lot to try and organize all at once. But it's what we were there for, so she leaned in and allowed me to tell my story, annotating occasionally with comments and head nods as I ran my finger down my pages and read aloud. Lives swirled around with crumpled napkins and sweat rings in their wake.
Even in all her wisdom and insight on my faults she believes in me without falter. It's a very empowering thing. Few have ever done the same, or at least told me that they did. I'm thinking that's maybe a large part of it as well. She didn't leave me to assume, formulate or vet this reality. Her thoughts are made explicit and I have decided that that is the source of her reverence. That sureness and self-awareness is something I admire. We cordially said goodbye with a quick hug and joke.
Once home I tagged along with my mother to a clothing store just to be a good son and give her my time. She managed to shoot a few holes in the cloud my coffee talk had put me on, but not nearly enough to make the day anything short of satisfying-- I wouldn't allow it. For the rest of my night I played dumb video games and talked to my girlfriend like a real millennial. I don't remember falling asleep, I just remember waking up with a PS4 controller under my rib cage and basketball shorts scrunched up to my upper thigh.
We were supposed to go to church this morning but when my little brother sent word that we has on his way home from a cruise we skipped. For whatever reason today is one of those days where I feel like I should be doing a billion things at once but in reality the itinerary is blank and I don't like it. Especially with my girlfriend slaving away at her job. I would go work out but I'm right on the cusp of full recovery from my AC joint sprain, so I have to bite my lip and hold off another day. I should hang out with friends, but the friends I miss most aren't within reach while the ones that are just want to play PokemonGo. I could treat myself to a movie, but I'm too lazy to drive as of right now. Maybe that will change by tonight. My brain is too mushy to read, and I don't want my hands to sweat onto the pages, but I think I may end up hammock-ing with some poor, ill-fated literature anyway. None of these are complaints, just kinda where I'm at right now. How the heck am I both restless and lackadaisical at the same time. Does this make me a diva...? Crap, I think this makes me a diva.
If I can just find one good jam I'll be up and at 'em. All that aside-
God is great
Life is good
And I'm okay
A given to anybody who has known me this past year, but plenty has happened since the summer of 2014. Of course her end was no different. We divulged in great breadth. I surmised that she enjoyed these talks just as much as I do long ago, finding grounds for the allegation only then when I got distracted just long enough to check my phone and see two hours had sneaked past. One could say that a majority of my biggest "life" moments occurred since my first day at university and it was a lot to try and organize all at once. But it's what we were there for, so she leaned in and allowed me to tell my story, annotating occasionally with comments and head nods as I ran my finger down my pages and read aloud. Lives swirled around with crumpled napkins and sweat rings in their wake.
Even in all her wisdom and insight on my faults she believes in me without falter. It's a very empowering thing. Few have ever done the same, or at least told me that they did. I'm thinking that's maybe a large part of it as well. She didn't leave me to assume, formulate or vet this reality. Her thoughts are made explicit and I have decided that that is the source of her reverence. That sureness and self-awareness is something I admire. We cordially said goodbye with a quick hug and joke.
Once home I tagged along with my mother to a clothing store just to be a good son and give her my time. She managed to shoot a few holes in the cloud my coffee talk had put me on, but not nearly enough to make the day anything short of satisfying-- I wouldn't allow it. For the rest of my night I played dumb video games and talked to my girlfriend like a real millennial. I don't remember falling asleep, I just remember waking up with a PS4 controller under my rib cage and basketball shorts scrunched up to my upper thigh.
We were supposed to go to church this morning but when my little brother sent word that we has on his way home from a cruise we skipped. For whatever reason today is one of those days where I feel like I should be doing a billion things at once but in reality the itinerary is blank and I don't like it. Especially with my girlfriend slaving away at her job. I would go work out but I'm right on the cusp of full recovery from my AC joint sprain, so I have to bite my lip and hold off another day. I should hang out with friends, but the friends I miss most aren't within reach while the ones that are just want to play PokemonGo. I could treat myself to a movie, but I'm too lazy to drive as of right now. Maybe that will change by tonight. My brain is too mushy to read, and I don't want my hands to sweat onto the pages, but I think I may end up hammock-ing with some poor, ill-fated literature anyway. None of these are complaints, just kinda where I'm at right now. How the heck am I both restless and lackadaisical at the same time. Does this make me a diva...? Crap, I think this makes me a diva.
If I can just find one good jam I'll be up and at 'em. All that aside-
God is great
Life is good
And I'm okay
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