Tired. Tired being the operative word. A long day that was just getting longer. The day having leaked into in to the night without me realizing, one stop after the other, one person met after the other. Waking up to being forced to going to brunch, running into random people and becoming friends at the grate, going to the mall with the girls, returning to group study Sociology and a much needed shower filled with some desperately searched for alone time. Throwing on a sweater pinning back my hair, putting on the prettiest of prettiest gold earings I had bought earlier and making two calls before deciding what to do for the rest of the night.

My basic problem? Thinking and over thinking and re-thinking till it’s the death of me. All I do all the time is analyze and investigate and assume. Is it the way I want to be? No. It is the way I am? Yes.

At 12-45 in the morning, I crossed the street on the way to the campus center. Halfway across the street I noticed a random spring in my step and half smiled. At that moment, the sky was illuminated and random lightning appeared from where. I cursed myself for not bringing a jacket and quickened my step to get to where everyone was waiting.

At 12-46, I stopped thinking, I decided to stop being so hard on myself.

And here I am, content.

Who would’ve thought.

And so, we find our way.