Of stress and strain as school winds to an end. Wasn't helped by only one document being recovered out of some 20 plus that my laptop simply decided it didn't like and erased entirely. Even off the bloody Time Machine. Well done, Apple, well done...you bastards!
I didn't have senioritis half this terrible in high school or college! Today is the last day of chemistry and I've opted out...I drank last night...I woke up in the wee hours of the night...all true...but I was going to skive off anyhow.
Funny - the chemistry of aromatherapy was one of the topics I was very much looking forward to this year. Unfortunately for me, the chemistry tutor is 1) not an aromatherapist and so it's not in a context I can grasp or care deeply about and 2) a Christian who believes the world is 6000 years old. Really, can I be asked to cope with those sort of things? No. At least, not for one more day. Plus, I've only missed class while out of the country or while doing medical things, and those latter were only half days. So a bit of hooky isn't the end of the world. Especially considering I've been working on the last big paperwork I need to hand in next week - the business plan. Ugh.
The one file found, I'm not sure if I'm glad or annoyed. It's got to get done... I just would have really liked my final, beautiful, properly referenced special topic paper to be the thing that was saved. Ah well, the business plan as is took ages to type and organize, so doing it all over would have sucked horribly.
I've decided to at least make it matter and do it as a Yoga business plan. The program is aromatherapy and I only got confirmation and reassurance that I could write it up as any sort of business I liked about ten days ago. It's all a bit premature however as I've got another year of school here (NZ immigration took money from me the 20th of October, so my passport and visa better be here soon - I've got Thai visas to sort and a plane to board on the 14th of December!) and absolutely not a clue what will be on the books after that. Starting a business is definitely not a big priority.
Bizarre about the planning though, huh? Jesse only has a plan to the end of 2010. I can't recall the last time my future thinking was so short a span! It's good - in the moment, taking things as they come, yadda yadda. Big Spoon is one factor, being both the person most unconcerned with planning that I've ever met as well as winding my romantic imagination up to all sorts of levels. Really though, it comes down to feeling a bit adrift. I do indeed love the Pacific NW, I've just never seen myself as being settled there indefinitely. I still want to travel. I adore New Zealand and it pulls on my heart as strong and solidly as Mt. Rainier. I can recognize the urges in me to buy furniture and put down roots. And yet...and yet... Nothing doing. So I'll wait. Until inspiration hits. Until life sweeps me solidly along. Until something.
Something that is not happening today.
Today, in honour of my skipping days of old, where I used to save up days off, going to school feeling half alive so that I could have a full day of health added onto a weekend and go hang out with my Granma instead of suffer high school - I called that lovely lady and had a nice long chat. My Granma is one of the toughest, most level headed, intelligent women and I have always adored her. She was glad to hear that I was doing a Yoga business plan and stated that she'd thought from the beginning the aromatherapy was secondary to it - I don't know if it warmed my heart more to hear her encouraging what I'm doing (both the skipping and the work) or the reminder that she has been listening all the while and knows what I'm up to as well as I do. Yoga first. Everything else second. This does not include people. The people in my life could never come second.
Now, if you'll forgive me for posting no photos, I'll be off to do some more homework.