Bengal Reads

This semester has finally begun and I have attended all of my classes a total of one time, not counting my creative writing class, which I will be heading to here shortly.

Last semester I ended with two A's, three B's, and a 3.3 GPA. I'm proud of myself for how well I did especially with working so much. At one time I had two jobs last semester and at times it felt like I didn't have time to breathe, much less excel in school.

I absolutely love my class schedule this go around: Journalism, Creative Writing, Beginner's Spanish, Yoga, and Expository Writing.

This morning I woke up to the sound of my Godson Leo crying. Being the non-morning person I am I  gathered my blanket, phone, and pillows and off I went to the guest bedroom to embark on another session of sleep.

At about 9:00 a.m. my mother called. I do not like talking on the phone and typically avoid it at all costs, but when my Mom calls as well as a select few others I answer.

On the other end of the phone my Mom was chipper; she is the definition of a morning person. She said "I bet I'm your worst nightmare". I can reflect back and laugh now but in the moment that statement felt pretty damn accurate.

Prepare yourself to be tugged in a million different directions. --------

2017 was the definition of a shit show for me.

I ended up here, there, everywhere. Literally.

Reasoning: To run from my issues.
Reality: Running from issues just makes them bigger.