I keep trying to remember what life felt like before. When the most important thing to do on a rainy day was to sit down and read a book all day. When I didn't have to do laundry RIGHT NOW because I had a full day a week to listen to music and fold laundry in a leisurely fashion. When I could choose to not clean up the house because I was being lazy. When I would post random, pointless blogs because, shoot, what else was I doing with my time?
That's a weird, lost time. Life moves at a different pace now. I can't afford to not clean my house - it has to be done, and there's no way around it. I think about wanting to sit on the couch all day, and then I sigh and start my homework.
Not that I'm regretting school. Nor do I really dislike the new pace. It's just different. I can't call a friend and say, "Hey, I don't want to do anything today, wanna hang out?" cause that'll put me too far behind with everything else I have to do. And I don't mind it. But it still feels strange.
It's worth it, though. This sign stuff rocks! I can tell I'm improving, and I'm enjoying my time. Plus, I still have time to volunteer at the kids' school once a week. I can still waste an hour or two, here and there. The house is clean most of the time, and that feels nice. I'm getting stuff done and accomplishing things, and that's a great feeling, too. I'll take the trade-off.
Now back to work!
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