A Good Day

It's a beautiful day. It is warm, but not hot. There is a cool breeze. It feels like September. I like September. I used to despise the end of summer. Now I thrive on it. In my old age, I'm starting to realize, I hate the heat. Enough about that. Because today is simply gorgeous.

Many people from the past have been showing up again. It's in my chart. I am not surprised. But people are coming out of the woodworks. People I thought, and some I hoped, I would never hear from again. Alas, they are here. I am just going to work with these tides and take it all in. I will not provoke any given situation, simply see what unfolds.

School is stressing me out and my third class has yet to begin. Thus is life. I signed up for this, so I really should not complain. I love school and my classes and professors and my colleagues. All incredible. For the first time in my life, I feel I am doing the right thing and am in the right place. In the words of my mother, "Keep fighting the good fight."