Except for the finals that I should be studying for
the semester is over.
Done.
I don't have to go to class again.
I should be excited.
I should be celebrating.
Wanna know what I am doing instead?
Thinking.
That's all I am doing.
and thinking gets me in a whole bucket load of trouble, all the time.
I end up digging holes in places where holes don't exist
I'm thinking
of how my surgery is in 12 days and there is still so much I want to do.
I'm thinking
that I am actually going to miss the bus ride to campus next semester.
I'm thinking
of a lot of other things that I don't need to spare you with.
But,
I just wish I was excited the semester was over,
I kinda wish I could go back in time so that my surgery is further away.
Oh man. Us women. Tending to over-analyze every little thing. We're extremely analytical, aren't we? I'm happy for you that the semester is over. Surgery is now here. But think about it--after it's over, a healing process, and you're good as new! It's a teensy portion of your life right now. You can get through it. I say temple square, sushi, and wheelchair pushing. You and I. It's a date? We can just tell people we met online? hahah! Prayers headed your way.
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