Dear living young,

This is gonna be scattered, but go with me.  This is what it feels like.

Can I request a mash-up? Because One Direction's "Live While We're Young" and Ke$ha's "Die Young" are just calling for a mash-up.  NOTE: I should search before I say these things, these mash-ups already exist. They're both just so catchy.  I'm doomed to listen to them on repeat tomorrow on the bus.

Today, I think I met my personal best for Facebook action.  I believe that in the span of 24 hours I accrued over 60 likes on just four different posts.  That's what we call building my internet presence.  And knowing my audience. 

I received pity cookies from a student.  At least, I think that's what we can call them.  Yesterday I said that if I got $10,000 I would spend some of it on furniture my house is seriously lacking.  We don't even have a couch to lie down on, so it's been on my mind.  Today I got cookies with a post it note, "Cause you're poor and need furniture.  Here's some cookies."  Earlier today I Skyped with a friend while making cookies for my students tomorrow.  It's all going to work out, I've just got to keep multitasking.

And, finally, a few weeks ago I ran into a professor of mine unexpectedly.  She's one of my most important teachers and I'm only just now realizing that I hadn't seen her since before graduation.  I wrote her an email later, and in her response: "wonderful to see you, too, you look so well and even, dare I say, *happy* -- ?!  Hooray!"  And I've got to say, that's exactly what it feels like.  Dare I say that I feel this happy? After all of the concern and anxiety and plans, I feel this happy? I'm not going to say it's unfair, but it's more than I expected for October.  It has been rough, and there have been tears, meals that went straight to the trash can, and more than a few surprising bills, but I finally feel happy and settled in a way that I didn't anticipate.  I do attribute some of this feeling to the structure that working in a school imposes; that and designated reading time on the bus.  I suppose I thought that this sense of calm couldn't come for a good year or so, but I'm glad to say that it's here now. 

There's just not enough time in the day to everything I want to do.  But, as I'm reading Age of Miracles, the idea of a day is much more confusing and potentially terrifying.

I'll stick with the days that I have and try to get to bed before midnight.  Living young isn't what I expected and for right now, dare I say, I am content to roll with it.


love,
hannah