holding

graduate school. i dropped my classes this morning. there is an intricate balance between finding yourself in the right place at the right time that allows for optimum success. i choose optimum success. there's something i'm too unsure of to move forward. not the right time? maybe. not the right place? maybe. i am unsure. the balance isn't there. i'm testing my patience. sometimes i move on a whim and hope for the best. this time i'll not. thank you Summer.

thinking

i started thinking.  i know, "here we go..."  i'm enrolled in two graduate classes this fall.  is that too many?  am i going to become a total wreck of stress?  isn't that what i was hoping to avoid this year?  is it bad that the reason i started questioning the graduate classes is because they happen to fall on my two favorite nights of exercise classes at my gym? note: "two favorite nights of exercise classes" not "two favorite nights of t.v. shows" although that does happen to be a unique coincidence.  who knew!?  how 'bout a high five for personal growth!