On to October

Things have completely shifted to the left.  And I'm forcing myself to adapt.  And quickly.  That is all recovery is, forced adaptation.  

So I'm back at uni.  Moored somewhere between two academic years, and somewhere between old friendships, and the need to find new friends.  There's something bizarrely liberating though.  I'm living alone for the first time in four years, and I can actually hear myself think.  

My timetable is a lot more flexible as I was able to decide which modules I wanted to take this year.  And of course, last week I started on the Creative Writing course!!  It's my secret little accomplishment. Already my mind has begun etching out a new plan for the next few years, and with some help from the Powers that Be, I do believe that something amazing can happen.  Will happen.  I mean, it's not like I've got anything else to do with my life.  I've done nothing for the past 6 years, I think I should make up for lost time.

I entered a writing competition last night.  It wasn't an amazing entry, but I'm starting to get better at meeting deadlines.  Uni is pulling me up to standard.  However it was under 1500 words, so I've still got a long way to go. 

All the guys I was friends with at uni have either moved away, or moved on.  It's a cold feeling this forced adaptation, especially when your heart is not quite ready to give up on someone.  

But easy does not come into adult life.  And sometimes, neither does being loved by the person you love.  

So I'm eyeing up October.  And I'm not backing down without a real fight.   

October 6th.  Here comes Saturn.  Scorpio powerrr.