A new way, a little different

Feeling better. It’s weird how things just kind of stop. You spend weeks obsessing about something, and then one day you are sitting on the lawn and you watch a bird poop, and it’s over. You’re over it.

Anyway, I think my period of pregnancy eating is over. At least temporarily. I ate an orange last night as a snack, and I wasn’t even that hungry for that. It was nice.

My anxiety is still high, but as of 11pm last night, I was un-anxious enough to properly interact with a human being. Progress is progress.

The beauty and the downfall of school is the availability of second chances. Black marks go onto your transcript, but they don’t drag down your future classes. Every semester you’ve got another shot at being that perfect student. Every semester you try.

Trying again and again is good practice. But in the the real world, don’t your mistakes catch up with you?