I think this is the first time I’m ever going to miss a month. I’m usually over and tired the previous month, excited to start a new with a fresh slate. But I’m a bit sad to see February go, and I don’t think I’m all that ready for March to come.
It seems like everything’s going by too quickly.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m welcoming March in with open arms, but I do wish February was longer than just a measly 28 days.
It’s six days into December and one day until my finals, so what better way to spend some down time than writing down a few goals for December. I’ve been very stressed, to say the least. It’s a different kind of stress because I’m not crying in libraries to random strangers anymore. It’s more like I have a lot to do and very little time to do it so I’m just doing everything I can do to stay afloat.
I have finals one right after the other, because the universe likes to torture me. But before I get into a long and winding tale of complaining about my woes, let’s get into this post.
You’ve come and gone so fast that I’m left reeling in your wake. I remember sitting around waiting for August to end like it was just a few days ago. The mediocrity of blandness of my summer left a bad taste in my mouth. I missed the rigidity and structure you brought, even if it is in the form of school.