Magic

I know this will come as a shock to some, but...there is no such thing as magic. At least not when it comes to getting things done in life. If there is magic that allows me to accomplish the things that I have, it's called "Get Shit Done." Yeah, it's that simple. If I were to wait until the "right" moment, or when "I felt like" doing things, chances are, not much would be done. Have I necessarily enjoyed doing the dishes, folding laundry, or cleaning the bathroom? Well, maybe...I'm a little weird. But when it comes down to it, I know what needs to be done, and get this...I FUCKING DO IT. It's that simple.

Some people think that they have to wait until they get the motivation to do things, but little do they know, that motivation is not always necessary to accomplish things. Nor is energy. I don't necessarily feel like the Energizer Bunny, but yet I am still able to walk three dogs two miles per day, work out, cook, clean, do laundry, write articles for work and do my homework. How am I able to do this? Perhaps it's due to the fact that I am intrinsically motivated in life. Maybe that is what helped me to graduate high school at the ripe age of 16, earn my first degree by the time I turned 18, served a dozen years on active duty in the military, completed my undergraduate degree, and now work as a freelance writer as I also attend graduate school. 

It can be done. Don't wait for the "right" time. Don't rely on "magic pills." Don't wait for the motivation to "kick in." Just. Fucking. Do. It.

Relationships

While on the surface relationships look the same

The only thing different being the name

Differences exist and are often quite great

There is no such thing as fate

Being separated from others in the past provided a relief

But this one is different, that is my belief

Being away from my dear

Has made things quite clear

We are not who we were years ago

And I am looking forward to having ring seats at the show

Missing Limbs Thrown at Classmates

So, here I am, sitting in a hotel room in Florida. I feel like I have left a limb in Texas and dread the idea of sleeping alone. Not even a dog for company. I am on the brink of tears, missing someone who I didn't even knew existed six months ago, yet here I feel lost without that familiar lump in the bed or arms surrounding me in the now familiar hug. The smell, the touch, the person. Who would have thought?

Tomorrow marks the beginning of my hell week, also known as residency. I checked in earlier today, setting my eyes upon my classmates for the first time...the same ones whom I have made jerk off motions to while reading their discussion posts online. So, that being said, this week should be interesting.

I have been reminded that I am not allowed to inflict bodily harm OR mental anguish upon my classmates. I foresee sitting on my hands and biting my tongue...better than the other way around I suppose, as my hands are already prone to bleeding. I suppose the fact that I am not staying in the same hotel as my classmates is helpful, as the school arranged a "reduced" rate at the 4-star hotel, which, for the whole week would cost over $1000...absolutely asinine. Instead, I found a hotel about 15 minutes away that has a kitchen in the room, which will allow me to eat healthier and save money. After all, I am a frugal graduate student.

There may be some updates and a lot of tweets, as my usual support system is not here with me :(