One final eight weeks before an end. I cannot remember what a fall day looks like without class, but for scant breaks and busy weekends. There is a change coming. This is just the way it goes.
Yet, here we are, the final week-long break before any diploma grabbing.
Thank the lord.
It has been busy. Really busy. The amount of water in the jug on my back has gone oceanic.
These challenges are customary now. The mindset which accompanies such presumption comes from an optimistic place though. Change means seeing things differently and seeing different things.