The Tangles and Knots Solution.

It's only my second day back to school, and here I am pretending to do work again. Writing a blog. Hot damn! My sister's computer has a virus, so at no point did I get a chance to use the home computer, which gave me no opportunity yesterday to upload and post my "Day 3." photo. That makes me feel like a failure. I uploaded two today. Duh. I don't want to miss a day... we'll see how long that lasts. 


Returning to school this week is like a big, honkin', slap in the face. The intense realization that this is, in fact, my last semester of public education is a lot to handle. It's the best / scariest thing. The security blanket of pre-planned, day-to-day living that I've been under from the age of four is unraveling fast. And it's only getting faster. I'm not too broken up about leaving all these kids, yet. I probably will be at some point, for a short period of time, but ultimately the people who need to stay in my life will do so with ease. And that's what's important. Really.


I wrote a few posts ago about my body's atmospheric recognition. I tend to think that it's just a seasonal thing. The actual changes in the air. I would assume, then, that the reason fall and winter tends to give me recurring, distinct feelings is because some of the most important things in my life tend to happen around this time. I dunno. I'll be curious to see what next fall into winter feels like. It's quite the sensation because it's not something that I tend to acknowledge when in the moment. I'm not sure if this is something that other people have, but it's only really started to show itself in the last few years. It's in the same vein as the feeling Christmas used to give me. Maybe that's it. My body compensates for my decreased enthusiasm for the holidays, which really isn't to big of a deal, by latching on the the [not festive] "good feelings", and defining moments that other pivotal events have brought this time of year. I think that's it. Maybe it's normal. It's hard to say.