⛾ Almost Half-Way

I've done some editing on the previous post. I'm not sure if you are able to see timestamps but it was about 11:30 and I dictated half of it, which is why there were so many problems. However, my sleepy eyes were unable to see that, so I'm sorry if reading it caused you to have a stroke. 

I am about to take a short nap before working over the next whatever-hours to get my Daniel essay done before midnight. As much as it upsets my inner perfectionist (and indeed, it would be a new thing for me), however, it's only a 2% dock for one day late, so if I needed to, I could always get it as far as I can and hand in a slightly more polished one tomorrow. That said, if I wake up at 5pm-ish, I should have about 6-7 hours before it's due and if I have enough brainpower this will be sufficient. It's all outlined and cited, so I just have to be prepared with some soft music and go to town. 

My grandma continues to be in the hospital but has stabilised. We are waiting to hear any results of a CT scan and MRI. I too, am feeling stable. The fortunate side-effect of some sorts of deadline pressure is that it certainly can work like steam in a steam-engine, and I'm banking on that tonight. Tomorrow I will get to sleep in, and will not have anything due, but it would be good if I started on the final reflection paper for my Matthew class, which is due on Saturday night. Then I have a few days (which I will need!) to work on my Children's ministry essay, essentially from scratch since I needed to refine my thesis mid-November, and so that'll take a while. Hebrew test on Tuesday, too, Then two more reflective essays (ie, about 2000 words, no citations or research necessary) on Thursday and Saturday.

All in all, I'm doing very well, even compared to last year at the same time, even without the surprises.

I'm quite excited to go to a play tomorrow, too. I got the tickets knowing it might function as a sort of respite mid-chaos, and I have wanted to go for a long time. My brother recently said that he is jealous of my ability to just go do things on my own, which was a surprise to me. It did not seem like a very heavy thing. Most of anything I've done has been at this point, or else I would never have lived.  I'm also not incapable of inviting other people to things, but it doesn't cross my mind as much anymore. 

I remember the first time I went on an "artist date" in 2011, despite being in a relationship at the time, and it felt awkward, but it quickly passed (like less than 15 minutes of discomfort, quickly). Soon, Theozete was going to the zoo, trying different foods, joining different clubs, or going to museums/art exhibits as a singleton, and the world was opened. (Edit: I just remembered that it was a fairly longstanding challenge to go to the theatre alone, however this is no longer an issue). Would I have wanted someone to share these things with? Most certainly. Someone well-matched, equally-interested, and enjoyable to be around. But the even worse crime would have been if I had lost years of my adult life to waiting for someone else's permission/accompaniment that would never arrive. And then there's also having someone accompany you begrudgingly and taking away from the experience, but we don't even have to go there. 

Anyway, I am excited. I just gotta take that nap, drink some water, stretch my fingers, and do the thing, one day at a time!