I’m sort of sorry that I never use this anymore. It has quite a bit of documentation of the numerous ups and downs I’ve had over the last three years—though I wonder if my lack of posting/venting/lamenting things here is a sign of things. I wonder if it means that my life is on the up and up, and that being busier than I’ve ever been finally means I’m going to be okay and that I’m going to go somewhere.
Next semester will be my last semester of my undergraduate career. I will also be holding down an internship, my current job, and about 14 units. It’s going to be a good sized load, but I’m ecstatic. My workload keeps me from falling into my rut over and over and over again.
I’m at work currently, and this is the slowest day I’ve seen in my seven months here. Everyone is on vacation and I’m trying to be mildly productive (and only barely succeeding). Actually, the few of us who bothered to show up today have been loafing around and getting to really talk for the first time in ages. I was talking to one of my coworkers who I actually really enjoy getting to converse with, and we were talking about how nothing we ever planned on doing worked out. It was comforting and somehow amusing. It was a reminder that no matter how frustrating or infuriating some of the people I work with can be, they have or had trials and tribulations. They all had their own struggles; they have hopes and dreams, even if not the same ones all the time. No better and no worse than any other human being.
We’re all doing our best to exist and trying to enjoy it in the meantime.