Dear Diary,

There is a muffled silence outside. Snow drifts in powdery wetness. The whole day has this dreary grey ring outlining everything. I can’t help but feel it around me. I just want to take a nap, wrapping myself under blanket and quiet. Everyone in the school program seems to be feeling the way I am these days, like we are crawling towards spring break - fingers digging into the snow and ice pushing the dead weight of school forward, arms aching from the pull. Thoughts flash in my head of car rides under blue skies opening. I want to go now. Even if I weren’t going anywhere, I’m excited about a week off. Excited about just letting this heavy school, work, internship load drop at my side. Let those sidekick piles of mine collect momentary dust.

There is this huge part of myself that says that I should use the week to fine polish school projects and catch up on some readings. Be responsible. Make sure I make every penny I am paying for this program count. Yeah, no. My own personal rhetoric I’m too exhausted to live up to. I’m kicking it to the curb next week, leaving it in the dust of my wheels squealing.

That’s about it. Next stop tonight is a spinning class. Um, the bike kind. I don’t want to go. I can think of a thousand AND one reasons I really couldn’t possibly…but I know I will feel better if I go. My eyes won’t feel so worn and that dreariness outside won’t stick to my skin.

I really write that last statement for myself. I’m trying to persuade, convince…just plain make it happen.

Cheers. GoGo