And this post isn't going to be any better.
This is going to be my life for the next three months. I'm in my last semester of RN school, trying to complete everything that I need to graduate, plus work as much as I can in between clinical days. I'm not complaining because it really feels great to be able to accomplish so much every week. But, I am realizing more and more how little time I'm giving myself in the process.
That's life though, and you learn to adapt.
The Seattle weekly column was a good idea, just bad timing. I'll still write as much as I can about my beautiful city, but obviously I can't commit to anything right now. It sucks, downright sucks. In the meantime, I'll try to squeeze out the goodness in each day.
I thought about taking a couple of weeks off from blogging, but then I'd be missing out on that precious time of the year when the temperature finally changes and you're layering with cardigans. I don't want to stop writing, because then I'd stop noticing. This is really a tool for my psyche. Writing on here allows me to record my life. Without writing, I tend to stop pushing myself towards those happy moments. Here is where I can describe that cool, crisp September air and how it feels to know that the 80's were so yesterday, weather-wise. Here is where I can brag about the mini-pumpkins that I bought, and dream up big dreams for Halloween. I may write infrequently, but I'm constantly thinking about ideas and embracing the day more because I'm anticipating something to write about.
On an end note, it was Sept 11th yesterday, and I don't want to hit "publish" without saying something. We went to Shanksville, PA last year and visited the Flight 93 memorial, before any new construction was started. It is one of the most beautiful and spiritual places that I have ever visited. The pictures I took there are still my favorite pictures of all time. The site will change in the next couple of years, for the better I'm sure, but I'm so grateful for the chance to visit it as it use to be. The sky was so powerful there.
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