Feels like my body has been stretched for miles. But I’m smiling.

Life seems to assign me this month as the traveler. I find myself from one road trip to another. I’m not complaining of course. I have fun each time. Fabulous even.

But I’ve to admit these wanderings and meetings bring so much sensory overload, I’m afraid I may not absorb all.

Or if ever I do get to master every opportunity handed to me, I might find myself too exhausted to enjoy them.  Like the two Fridays you spent in bed shivering due to fever and coughs last sem are not enough Marisse.  The funny or weird thing is, I actually like juggling tasks in one sitting! I guess another lesson I must learn is when to stop.

In a different context, I have learned how to though, and I’m glad. To stop I mean. I’ve cut off those areas in my life that are no longer, shall we say, feasible?  Cleanly I hope and with the good memories left intact.  Let life be kind to all involved.

Grad School rescheduled my compre exam June as the Dr. Arriola is abroad and wouldn’t be able to give her exam. Oh well. As long as I get to finish this year, I’m still on track.  After that, it’s foreign languages for me!

Oh dear. I hope I’m not catching Mount Everest Syndrome.

Am I becoming hard?  Candidly, I once told Lyn "We’re on me-mode right now."

So what? Have I not been soft enough?

It’s time.

My time.