I'm sitting in Barnes and Noble with a cup of coffee and two folders of coding. One is ready to go, the other needs to be prepped. They are students 8 and 9 of 19. I'm nearly halfway through this hellacious part and that's what I have to focus on. All that is done. The word counts on up to 30 tasks per student. Reading and rereading for use of humor and for grammatical errors and checking and rechecking coding for errors to make sure I'm not missing anything.
This has been an interesting process so far. It has thrown me into cahoots with one of the best friends I've ever met. I have ease dropped on a dozen first dates and witnessed two breakups. Now, I'm seeing a wedding being planned. I have had to make my own tough decisions and had tough decisions made so easily for me by coming back to my values. I have test tasted a few varieties of their scones, but have yet to attempt their lunch menu. Seasons have changed out of the large domed windows. I've gotten caught in multiple storms of multiple persuasions... some brought on myself. My rituals of grad work have served me when I have served them. I have abstained nearly religiously from my usual tech binges. I have renovated my Linked In, which led to a renovation in my own life: my rituals of grad work, of trying to prepare myself for the best of what could be out there are how I re-met my boyfriend.
I'm musing with nostalgia today; with letting things go. I'm being provided with constant reminders of someone with whom I can no longer speak. Obscure things that are at once coincidental and converging in such strange ways as to be nearly spooky. It all makes me sad and broody. It also serves as a giant reminder: everything is a gift and these things that I have done, this degree, they are gifts to myself.
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