My home for the day
I’m feeling motivated today. It’s a good job really, since GAMSAT is next week. Oh god oh god.
It’s ok. I’m at peace with my impending failure, and I feel great about going to Ireland in March to resit. Sort of.
I’ve spent so long in this library. I know that the doors on the third floor say ‘Pull’, but that actually you can push or pull them. I know where all the hidden-behind-bookcase plug sockets are. I know all.
This is the most important thing to me at the moment.
I have a new job. I’ll be so sad to leave, but happy to be leaving the hardest job I’ve ever done.
I understand vectors, a little bit.
In six weeks, my exams will be done.
To free time.
//. / // . To baking, sewing, printing.
// //../ /////. /-/Watching The 100 without feeling guilty.
//To making journeys.//
////. / /// // /. ///// To meeting a friend I haven’t yet met.
// // //./// ///. // And in (less than) one year, being somewhere I haven’t yet been.
*this is life for now.
I’ve sacrificed my usual pre-work early night in the name of sorting out my life. I’m sure I won’t regret it at 6am tomorrow. Ha.
Those times when your head gets so fuzzy and full that you actually think it might burst: that’s what this afternoon was like.
I needed these extra couple of hours to tidy up my home, do yoga, write, refocus.
//job prospects//exams//study//yoga//running//self//eat green//
*a very big watermelon
*some photos from our impromptu trip to Brean last week
How great it is to be eating a lunch mainly from my garden.
This morning has been all about this song , yoga, and learning to answer 30-second maths questions. Please let this be the last time I sit the UKCAT. Let the gods of medical school have mercy this year.
It’s 6:00 and I’ve already been for a run and showered. Now I’m going to work for the morning and then coming home for an afternoon of Physics and Maths. I feel weirdly good about all this.
Mornings really are the best.
*Highbury Park, Birmingham, at 5:15 this morning