So back to work and the daunting task of exam creation, exam okaying, and the bi-annual hunt for scantrons begins. I could wax poetic on the various and assundry ways that I am so not ready to be back at school...but in truth, I am happy to be here. Not that home was bad or anything, spending time with Wyatt is always exciting (did you know that you can use raisins to stick things to the wall? It takes 7 raisins to hold up a matchbox car.) and educational, but I just needed to get back to my routine.
There is something familiar, something comfortable about a routine that makes me happy. Within the routine, I understand how things function, understand the rules and laws that must be obeyed and sometimes broken, and I know where I fit in. Break sends my world into a bit of a tizzy--how else do you explain me running over the video camera with the car? (True story, way too sad to write about.)
On a slightly different note, I am in the process of trying to better myself. No, that's not right. I am trying to save my life. See, for those of you out of the know, I am fat. (Not overweight, not cuddly, call a spade a spade, I am fat.) The process, the journey of a thousand steps, the remaking of a star...it all began today. Today I set my alarm clock back 30 minutes. I arrived at school 30 minutes earlier. I walked for 30 minutes. I ate oatmeal for breakfast. I will not consume soda today. As a wise man said in a movie filmed in my backyard, "Baby steps."
Thanks, Bob.
Until Next time....
M
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