I woke up this morning not knowing exactly where I was. And then I realized I was back at school. Cue the sad trombone.
When I left, back in May, I was exhausted, sick, and feeling pretty deflated. Disappointingly, the euphoria I experienced when I finished my first term never hit at the end of the school-year like I thought it would.
I needed time away and I'm glad I took it. But now I'm back and all the memories of the last year have come flooding back. Some more welcome than others.
Thankfully, I have a bit of time before classes start to settle into a new apartment and create a new routine. Time to figure out what I want to prioritize this year and how I want approach the challenges. I've already started saying "yes" to more of the fun stuff, something I didn't often do last year (partly because I was working too hard and partly because I'm an 80 year-old woman inside).
It won't be easy, but I have the very best of intentions. So, here I go. A fresh start.