Sweet, sweet sleep.
(Source: featuringod, via takemeawyy)
Keeping a clean house, an empty laundry basket, and constantly washing my towels and bed sheets.
I’m having a moment at 6:30am over my gluten free cinnamon chex. This doesn’t mean anything to anyone but I started and completed two of the biggest projects of my entire semester in the course of about 36 hours. Both their due dates are today. I turned them in last night. I am weirdly proud of myself for this because fortunately, time crunches never have an impact on quality for me. I also hate myself because I’ve gotten close to no sleep (this is subjective - I value sleep like most people value money) the past 48 hours and I’m on my way to a day of work, school, home, and school again.
Anyway, moment over. Dogs have to poop.
This is supposed to be a secret and one I’m supposed to keep for years even but I can’t even function right now keeping it inside. My best friend has an amazingly supportive family. Her dad emailed her last night and was dead serious in suggesting she open her own speech pathology practice once she graduates. Of course she had her reservations because we are TWO years out from graduating and the thought of organizing that at this point is so daunting, it almost seems unnecessary. The thing is: her dad is a lawyer, her mom is an accountant, her aunt is a medical manager, and her boyfriend works for a recruitment agency. When she told me this, I was so excited for her because she really deserves success. Subconsciously, I was really hoping she was also telling me this because she wanted to include me and she ultimately asked me to partner with her! We have so much relevant experience between both of our families that there is no way but up. The thought of graduating and becoming a partner in my own private practice just seriously sets the hugest fire in my soul; it’s given me this whole new motivation for school and something exciting to look forward to.
In any other time of my life, I would’ve shrugged this off because who the hell starts their own private practice in their 20’s?. I’m 25, I’m busting my ass for a master’s degree in speech pathology and the time is NOW. We have all the backing we could ever need, all the support we could ever need and we are in the prime of our lives. There will be no other time in my life to do this but now and now that the door is open, how could I NOT take this opportunity?
I am going to be successful and it’s going to be fucking amazing.
The more I drink by myself, the more I talk to myself which really makes me hope M moves in soon so I can at least feel less crazy even though I’m sure he won’t even know what I’m talking about since I don’t really know either?