Monday Morning (Death Cab for Cutie)

     If I could explain the vibe of this year I would say it felt like college.  All of it...in one year.  With a Masters. Heck, throw in a doctorate.  It's that class that should take three months but you squish it in on one long Saturday.  Every single day.  It's only August.  I'm excited about the coming months and the new things I will find each day...but I am growing weary.  The way you feel right before finals when you just want to hide in bed and listen to the same song over and over again.  When you are exhausted.  That's me.  The home stretch to the butterfly I am becoming is getting tiresome.  I realize these challenges make me stronger.  I understand that I needed to find the bottom before climbing back up to the top.  A wise woman was talking with me the other day...on the front porch swing that I have spoken of.  She said that it is easier to drag someone down a ladder than up one.  On that note, I also say it's easier to go down the ladder. Period.
      My morning was greeted with a text offering extra hours at work.  My gut said to go and I did.  I have this thing that I do lately.  I scroll around the play lists on my Ipod and tell the universe to give me a song.  It gave me this one.  I don't think I've ever heard it before and if I did I had no idea what the lyrics were nor that the title was "Monday Morning".  It was so appropriate.  As I drove I began to think about the education that the universe and life has been teaching me lately.  Each day is a huge hurdle.  I make choices.  I make decisions.  I fall.  I get up.  I rock.  I suck.  I push.  I think I have mentioned this...I push.  But some days get the best of me.  So...my new things are the following:
-listening to this song
-Leigh Ann's delicious Taco Salad for lunch
-Sanding and painting mugs
-Catching up with my old pals...the Cardoni Family
-Hearing a shuffling in the hallway and turning to say something to my Mom
-falling apart on August 8th, 2011

Tomorrow is a new day.  I feel the next wave of change coming.  I feel the growing pains as things change quickly.  Sometimes a little too quickly.  I am cramming for finals and yet I still have months to complete.  I hope I remember my number 2 pencil.  I hope my wings develop properly in my case.  I hope tomorrow is better than today.