. . . nearing the end of the semester, I find that what I had planned out didn't go the way I thought it would.
Still, I know I accomplished more than I set out to. Honestly, the fact that everything didn't go as expected is sobering and necessary. As I've said before, I tend to dream a little big, and while there's no problem with that my dreams are--more often than not--leaning towards the "un-realistic" side.
Since they are a bit unreal, it gives me the opportunity to see how the real stuff happens before my very eyes, sometimes even better than I had imagined in my huge dream.
As this is being written, I am in my office waiting for an update on the design of the last Clocktower of the semester. My phone's just about dead, I got locked out of my office for the umpteenth time (when I finally got my door opened again, my keys were sitting there on my desk, almost non-chalantly), and just pondering as I peruse my Facebook feed and (unconsciously) listen to Coldplay's "Green Eyes".
Also subconsciously, until now, I've been making good use of a stress ball in shape of a person I acquired yesterday. Poor thing was white, but now is yellow. I'm not sure why, I cleaned it off with a Clorox wipe and it got worse. At least it's not my hands that made it yellow.
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