The semester ended Tuesday evening, when I signed off the online portal to the proctored exam. I don’t know how I did. And honestly? I don’t care, I’m grateful that the semester is over and it’s winter break. It was rocky from the beginning and I just never caught up or got in a groove, which are two different problems. But now it’s cleaning up the aftermath and prepping for next semester.
My therapist says that it’s ok to have a bad semester — and I suppose on an intellectual level I get that, but not on a deep level — it’s still failure. We’ve been talking about a lot of stuff lately and having a plan is a good first step.
I still need to find a roomie and I don’t know how to advertise it — And God knows I don’t want some antivaxx trumpie by advertising in the wrong place. I’m still thinking of how to phrase everything. I should probably take some pictures too. I’ve enjoyed being alone for a while and expanding my comfort beyond just my bedroom, I’m tired of paying all the bills that Roomie and I split.
The cats are being adorable and their collars have come in, so they both jingle as they gallop through the house at 3am. LOL They do snuggle quite a bit though and in the five weeks I’ve had them I’ve witnessed 2 hisses total — so either they worked it out real fast, or they only have at each other when I’m out of the house.
I have my ear surgery on the 21st and I’m looking forward to that, I’ll get Mum to drive me to the surgical center and take me back home after I wake up. So I have that going, and my allergy shots are continuing along as well. I have a pre surgery consult next week and hopefully all will go well, I’m in no worse shape than this time last year when I had tubes put in as well. I also have a meds appointment the day or so after and that will help because things are a little of kilter at the moment. Not horribly, just enough to be both frustrating and interfering with my quality of life.
And now that the semester is over I have time to take stock of things — where I’m at with prepping for next semester, where I’m at a year after my conversion is final, how I feel about living alone, my weight, grief and new pets — and it’s time for new beginnings. I’m slowly catching up on the housework, and cleaning after the little monsters. I’m debating the wisdom of keeping kosher below the poverty line. I have to rebudget to pay off the money I’ve spent in the last 2 months on pet expenses, and refine what I want to do as a counselor, so I can finish out my degree with helpful upper division classes since Mortifyd Smith, Biblical archaeologist crashed and burned last spring.
I swear it feels like I have a midlife crisis every year now and it’s getting old. I need some breathing room, and the opportunity to make some changes. My physical therapist gave me some information for a fencing club — I enjoyed that quite a lot in my late teens and early 20s. I might actually give it a go.