Gosh, I miss the sound of my own voice.
My writing voice, that is.
School has me tied up.
But I am doing well.
I am budgeting my time equally between taking care of myself and my relationships, school, my family, and keeping my house clean.
Maybe that last part needs some more help, but oh well.
Who does not wish for their home to be cleaner.
But that is not what is important.
What is important is that I am not drowning.
I thought I would be.
I was not sure how I was going to handle taking 5 classes.
And I am surprised with how well I am doing.
And what's more astonishing, is that we are in the first month of the Spring semester, and I am not behind in my work and my assignments.
I am ahead.
This is a miracle, trust me.
And I have to attribute it to my clean living.
It is the only explanation.
I revel in this.
This pride in doing good work and doing it on time.
I am getting things done.
I am satisfied.
I am loved.
I can smile.
I can laugh.
And I do...
