The Days are long, but the Years are short.

Things go from epically awesome and amazing, to completely falling apart, and then back again...very quickly.  Which should lead me to believe that not everything is as terrible as it seems.  Maybe I should writing in here on a daily basis, so I can start making these connections before the freak outs occur. 
I've been trying to decide on grad school-the current verdict is that I will be going to grad school next year.  If a UConn one-year masters program turns out to be an option, then I will come here almost certainly.  I will probably apply to the University of New Haven as well, just to keep that option open.  After almost crying in seminar class, (although I kept it to myself) I realized I'm just not ready to be a teacher.  No matter what anybody else says or tries to convince me of, I'm the only one that can judge what I'm truly ready for.  The working world is not what I'm ready for.

I feel horrible about not being home for awhile.  I still have not met Anne's twins-my Godson, Thomas, and his brother, Gregory.  It breaks my heart, but between the mono and being busy, it just wasn't right to see them now.  I, (and most definitely Anne) did not want them to get sick.  Soon, I'll be home for a month, and can see Anne and the babies every day :)

Even though Andy would yell at me, because "it's not even Thanksgiving yet," I cannot wait to decorate for Christmas!

My 2nd completely insane week of work (that happens only about three times all semester) is over.  All I need to get through is 4 weeks of class, plus a jury.  I have no finals, besides one online final.  Sometimes I love being a music major.

4 weeks of class left.  Where did the semester go?  I don't understand how September seems like it was a full 365 days long...but it also feels like September was a year ago.  I guess what I read in The Happiness Project is true-the days are long, but the years are short.  I make this realization every once in awhile, and I hope that soon, I realize it and it sticks with me.  I waste so much time worrying, instead of trying to make things better for myself-and maybe even just stop stressing, and just enjoy myself a little bit.

These entries are far from eloquent, but sometimes I just need to blog, stream of consciousness style.  I feel pretty good now...