Pretty late and I really should have been in bed a couple of hours ago, but I've had one of those out of sync weeks and been feeling a bit blah in terms of life in general. And all of that means me spending many late nights watching soap reruns.
But anyway. Tomorrow.
I'll be taking Charlie down to training for a couple of hours in the morning for a fun little Commando course challenge comp thing with the others who've been taking the classes and it should be good. The moose gets very excited about those classes and it's nice seeing him so enthused and non-stressy I've started to enjoy Sunday mornings even more than usual.
School wraps up at the end of next week for the June school holidays, and I've got only two terms left after that before I am officially free of education. I can't wait for the end of the year, even more so because it means puppy time getting closer as well. I still have no idea what I'm going to do with my life- heck, I don't even know what to do with my life right now- but I'm hoping something will just turn up when I need it.
I'm a firm believer in things happening because they should, and when they need to, and that everything works out in the end- I've got to, given all the crap that's happened over the past few years- so as long as I hold onto that it makes me feel a bit more optimistic.
It's driving me crazy, living at home, and even though I know realistically it's going to be a couple of years (at least, gah) before I can actually move out, it doesn't make me want it any less.
This year was meant to be the year I got my stuff together and actually did something with my life. It started out like that and it's gone downhill and I just... I don't know, it's like I haven't got any motivation to do anything at all any more. I was losing it before Fletcher got sick, and since he passed away it's just... It's been hard, and I've let too many things pile up on top of each other and now I just can't seem to find the energy or support to deal with it all.
I have no idea what sort of even bigger monumental mess I'd be in without Charlie, and I love him so much for just being my dog and giving me a distraction when I need it.
When I started typing this post, it was meant to be all flowers and smiley faces. Funny how things don't always turn out the way they're planned.
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