Classes galore. I am feeling productive and proud of myself for having a 30 hour work week, plus a full class load, picking up nannying jobs along the way, and still, occasionally, finding time for myself...
At both of my jobs, I watch my patients and kids make friends so easily, like they are collecting them all up in a little box. And this got me thinking… When we were young, our best friend was determined by us liking the same food, or T.V. show or color, and the same seems to go for the elderly patients I work with. Just the other day I made a comment to two women sitting next to eachother “Oh! You both have on the same color purple!” Immediately they became the best of friends and will tell you so when asked. So, what happened in the in-between years? When was it not okay to like people so easily? When did it become cool to do just the opposite, and make your friend’s lives miserable through backstabbing and other drama-filled teenage years? But never fear… the good times come back apparently. The times when you can sit down, and smile at someone, and be friends. Maybe it’s like a friendship circle of sorts.
Lately I have been trying to run\walk the frustration out of me. At times I feel this eminent sense of ‘stuck’ overwhelming me. Most of the time, it’s the little things adding up, but lately it seems like I have bigger things on my mind. And I’m the only one.
((my voice is just an echo. what does it take to get ready? why am I always the first to the finish line when it’s not suppose to be race? the short rope keeps getting shorter. when will the tension break it in two?))
I love this little ball of fur on my lap.
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