One week and five days to freedom
Every muscle in my body aches. And not from practice. From stress.
Entering week 3 of not having a single day off from school work. I've never worked harder on a single project in my whole life than I have on this documentary.
The realisation has hit me recently that friends, girlfriends in particular, come in various different forms. And that they aren't all created equal. And that I am so beyond blessed to have certain ones in my life. We reconnected recently and I realised that this isn't a throw-away friendship. These aren't a dime a dozen. We're not cryers, but we've been emotional lately. We've been made to realise how important we are to one another. How much we get one another. How much we need one another. The weekend of May 12 is gonna rock more than any weekend in a long time: Three long time girlfriends, reuniting for some much needed girl time in NYC.
I reject sappiness, but I need to say it: I'm head-over-heels in love and it makes it all better.
Meeting people's parents offers so much insight. Thinking about how I'm an alloy of my parents. All four of them. And how thankful I am for that.
Thinking about how much I want to hang out with my mum tomorrow night. I want to be looked after. I want blueberry pancakes for breakfast on Sunday.
Eyelids dropping. Unending yawns. Kitty sleeping.
It's time for bed.