Translation: Fingers crossed.
Summer is officially over and it's back to school. After sixteenish years, I can't say I'm even remotely stoked to start yet another semester of mindless busywork and intro classes as cosmic punishment for transferring. I still can't get into the Upper School of the SMC, so it seems it's more intros and electives for me. Oh joy.
On the upside of life: RUGBY! Rugby rugby rugby rugby rugby. We have a great handful of new rookies who seem to be loving learning the sport as much as we (the vets) love teaching it. We've always held that rugby is a lot like cocaine; it's not for everyone, but for those who it is, once it's inside you you can't get enough. I'm super stoked for this season. Here's crossing our fingers that everything ends as well as it's starting.
I'm having one of those weird void-like stretches. Every day seems just like the last, and I feel like I'm zombie-walking through it all. I've made some necessary changes - some that feel great and some that hurt like hell - and I'm hoping that they will become the impetus I need to get my shit back in order. I have confidence that I'll be just fine with time and a little hard work, but it doesn't make the current feeling suck any less.
I wish I had more substance to send your way, but sadly, I do not. With any luck, I'll have both the time and the content with which to update this thing more in the future. Wish me luck?
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