Loyal Tea

The Progress of pilgrimage

My first university assignment was handed in this morning. I am feeling better. I woke up refreshed even though I had my fair share of lucid nightmares last night. It’s been awhile. I somehow justified paying $12.50 for a bacon & egg roll with a baby Cappucino but none the less I am content.

I’ve budgeted for this week and I am able to spend $50 on myself. Mustard sweater and tartan tees, here I come.

My first psychology lecture is tonight. This should be interesting.

Not that you care, but today I am happy. It’s been a while but I am happy. For now.

Sleepless. Here comes all the anxieties you tried so hard to forget about.

l’art de la réflexion

Perhaps the most curious mystery of life is no matter how many years of experience you’ve had with it, it still always catches you off guard. 

I was at a new low this week, the kind of low that grows so deep that it protrudes the peebles of the river bank, it roots itself in the creek bed and you feel attached to it. I was sinking like those smooth river stones. I don’t know how else to describe how it feels other than that. Just another sinking stone is the clear cold stream of trembling anxious fear.

I am changing into psychology, all $200 worth of administration fees to get there. But things aren’t as murky anymore. I enjoyed a drive out to Samford with my friend Jessie, and we ate cake and enjoyed coffee and it realigned all the chaos in my head. A breath of fresh air. I need this more, we all need this more. Friends who listen, friends to share with, cry with, laugh with. We need this more than we are willing to admit. We are so caught up in our sadness within ourselves to reach out and help others. You will end up helping yourself.