Is it possible for me to say "it figures" When it comes to change? Is it possible for me to just take it as it comes? Maybe it's a sign of maturity. Or maybe it's a sign of fatigue.
Either way, I'm tired. I'm sick of work...but whatever. I'll just keep plugging through. Because some day it'll change.
My mother is pregnant. Merry Christmas! Who knows what this is going to mean for life? A complete change once again? For sure. Life is never going to be the same again. But then again, it never is the same, is it? Things change every day. Why should this be any different?
I'm happy for my mother. I really am....although I wonder if she's happy for herself? This seems to point a finger of direction for my life, where before I was questioning what I would be doing with my life in a few months more time. Staying here? Moving back to Provo? Now I know. I can't forsee myself moving. I can't imagine myself somewhere else. Not when life is beginning again here.
But not my life. Where is my life? I need a life. I want to start my life anew as well. Some day maybe it'll happen. For now, I move minute to minute, thought to thought.