Guys, it is amazing how different my headspace is this week. It’s like I let myself have a pity party for the past two weeks, and now I have adjusted.
This happens to me every semester, so I’m not sure why I still struggle with the transition. Although I think my age and the current cultural and political climate are definitely giving me a completely different perspective.
I’m writing this post on my phone while waiting for my mom at the hospital because it’s better than mindlessly scrolling social media.
Mom’s having surgery to help relieve some of the nerve pain she’s been having down both arms.
I’m trying not to worry, but that’s par for the course at this age, isn’t it?
Not this week.
I’m drained.
Frustrated.
Tired.
Over it.
That is all.
It’s 8pm on Saturday, and I’m squeezing this post in to keep my weekly blog streak going. I haven’t missed a week since January 2025, and I’m not going to start now.
My ultimate goal is to post on Wednesdays, but my week runs Sunday through Saturday, so as long as I get a post in within that range, I’m happy. I like the accountability of it.