I woke up around 1am, probably because I hadn’t taken my night meds. I wound up not taking them and just staying up. I was waiting for the squall of storms to pass. I enjoy thunderstorms, I enjoy Florida summers which have lots of storms.
When it finally started to rain around 6:15am, I stopped what I was doing on my computer and went to lie down in bed. This time around, it was not much of a storm. Except for one, really close strike that sounded like a bomb went off. A good morning to be thankful I’m not homeless. I don’t know where the homeless people around here go, anyway, but if you’re going to be homeless in any of the 50 states, Florida is probably the best option.
Despite what you would think, there are some very helpful resources at the University which oversee the student body and make sure everyone stays safe, secure, and happy. It seems a bit ominous, but my experience has been positive, especially now that I am connected with a therapist. I’ve never done well with therapy, at least group therapy anyway.
This blog actually juts out like a sore thumb, I’d better be careful and cautious about what I write here. This world is trigger happy. Everyone has their emotional support dog. I just have my cat, who is now an outdoor cat, and who sleeps during the day and goes out all night long. Kinda sounds like me.
I need to write notes on what to talk about with my therapist. There’s a lot going on right now. I could stare at a blank wall for hours and never get bored with my own thoughts.
One thing is for sure, though… Wherever I go in my career change, as a result of going back to school, I will not leave Orlando. Something’s on my mind and it’s bothering me.