Pretty amazing how chemistry can practically bring me to tears. Memories of being in high school and not “getting it” come to the surface and I feel like I just can’t do it. But I have to in order to graduate. I’m sitting here, glaring at my chem book and sipping seltzer water.
Been surfing a lot in the past week. I feel like I owe it to myself to get back into it. The last time I surfed regularly was over 10 years ago and I may as well be a complete beginner again. The past year I’ve been in Hawaii I look at the waves almost daily and I want to be in waves, not just observing them. I think it’s time. We’ll see how long it lasts, but I hope it stays with me.
I am not sure why I threw myself back into school this fall so quickly. I wanted a distraction and I had no idea what else to do with myself. So I walked forward in the only direction I knew how to at the time. So here I am. Crying over chemistry.