| It's when I'm sitting in the office by myself, amending pleadings and researching substituted service on the Secretary of State of Texas that I find my mind wandering just the smallest bit, and let me tell you, if I figure nothing else out, I do know this:
It's gettin' to be time to move on.
Dahnya's summer is one of rest and relaxation, which is nice. You probably wouldn't believe it (and I'll admit, it's hard to type, even), mine is too. I work...constantly. Late nights? yep. Sundays? count it. And duuude, the stress can be killer. Really. Ask me about my morning. But none of this is the point.
The fact is, I've got my friends close (and the lady is as well, when you think in global terms), and good time are easily had. I'm getting back into shape, which, following the massive shoulder surgery, is doing gangbusters for the old confidence. I'm reading a lot, listening to a lot of music, getting into the swing of boarding (though it's been - what, one time? still), and too much else to say.
I've gotten to see my grandmother, my godmother, my dad and brothers. I get to see my ma in four days (yessir). I mean, really, I don't see any room for complaint.
The only thing missing is that next step. I'm ready for the foot to fall. For school to start, for the Disney trip at the new year with my family, for school to end, for graduation and laughter and smiles and tears, for France, and for that great murky beyond that's just 'round the way.
But it'll come soon enough, I suppose, and recognize.
It's so funny to think back to my little-kid last summer. Being upset at having obligations and commitments, saying I was too young to feel so "grown up". Wow. But hindsight, as they say, is 20-20, and the world can turn on you pretty quickly. What's Ferris Bueller say about it? I don't remember. Look it up.
Regardless, I hope you're all well. This is the most personal entry I've written since I don't know when.
And I didn't even mention sports. |
