Yesterday, I did my usual night run over to the playground. It had been raining, though, so when I got on the swing, my pants got soaked all the way through to my skin. When I started swinging, huge droplets of water fell from the top bar onto my face, to further complete my wet state of being. This isn't another blog about playgrounds and running. It's a blog about a really sweet thing that happened on my way home from the playground...running. I walked the last block back to my apartment and saw two old people slow dancing on their wrap-around porch. It was really dark out and they were standing underneath the light, so they couldn't see me. I stopped and watched them for awhile...just swaying back and forth looking all old and adorable. It made me feel really happy inside.
Yesterday was wonderful. I skipped work for bigger and better things. Art and food, to be exact.
I feel more grown up now. Like, I flipped the maturity switch or something. I'm taking care of things and I feel good about it. Classes will be fine. I'll just continue feeling apathetic towards them, which has proven to deliver a more pleasing outcome anyway. Gabe's will be there...but not for long (fingers crossed). Cleet has promised to help me out with my finances and also with finding a more fulfilling source of income (of which I will invest!!!!). Investing=maturity!!! Maturity=kristin!!!
Classes start Monday. I can't believe it.
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