Things fall apart...

Nothing is ever constant in life, is it? Things are always changing, always moving, always different. My mood reflects this nicely. One day, I am full of hope and excitement for life. The next, I can hardly crawl out of bed to cross the street in my pajamas for a burrito at Taco Bell. Life is funny like that, I suppose. I never really know what I want. I mean, sure, there are some things that are constant: my love for Ross and critters, that's one example. Another example is my dream for the future. I believe I've written about it before.

I've made a decision that's going to bring me a little closer to my dream. I've decided to drop my classes and take the rest of the semester off to work on my writing.

When I sat down and thought, "What do I really want to do?" that's what I came up with. I don't want to go to school or work. I want to sit here at the coffee shop or at another coffee shop or anywhere really and just write. I know that my writing is the one skill I have that I can depend on. It's what I am meant to do, I suppose.

I'm not giving up. I'm simply taking a different direction for now. I'll go back to school in the fall, and in the meantime I still have a few distance learning classes to finish up. I'll never be a "traditional four-year student". Then again, I'll probably never be a "traditional person", either. That's just not how I roll.

Oh yeah, and Ross and I got guinea pigs. They're in his apartment and they're ADORABLE. Hehe.

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