Monday, November 21



Well, after two false starts and 7 years of someone else's luck I'm going to school.  The part of me that obsessively looks back to analyze past decisions is.. content.  Being able to type that is a monumental accomplishment because it means that not only am I writing these thoughts out (which can be necessary for these realizations) but more importantly in a scenario where I've changed my mind and waited -- I'm not letting my past steal my thunder in the present.  That is a beautiful. fucking. thing.  And like a good epiphany does keep revealing through time, I made the right decision.

Break a leg, I'll bill your insurance! next summer.