daines'n around

It was easy to tell how long it had been since I last cleaned my room. I can remember Brandon telling me how funny it was that every six months I would write how I had made a commitment to change and how it felt so good to have a clean room. The truth that lies both behind his observation that I do that every six months, as well as the truth that I really do feel periods of small changes in my life is undeniable. I wouldn't say it has become a sort of predictability. My sister is still surprised when I get around to cleaning my room.

The four day weekend, half over, has done wonders for my sanity. I'm relaxed, in a caring way. I've forgotten my to-do list, which remains 80 percent unfinished. I feel great about the twenty percent I did finish. Whether or not I get the editorial position, whether or not I get all A's this semester doesn't really matter at this point to me. I'm aiming for finishing out the year happier.

Now I just need to find something to make a project out of photographing. December will be project month... after finals, of course. I can't turn into a person who solely photographs sunsets and cats.