Life is continuing. I spend a lot more time out of doors, reading or thinking or enjoying the blessed sunshine on my face. The weather is divine.

Today I discovered that Virginia Woolf was born on my birthday. (january 25) That intrigues me for some reason, not to mention that I already planned to read her stuff someday. So I made today the day. I picked up A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals from the ASU library. Can't wait to read them.

I've felt a little lonely lately. I took a sort of break from social events and dating (not that scheduling a break from dating means doing anything differently than me giving a name for why I'm not dating), which has been useful. The quiet has given me time to think about what I want and who I am. I realized I'm a selfish person who needs to make huge corrections from the path I'm walking down. It was some seriously needed down time. But all that quiet gives me too much thinking space, and I remember that it would really be nice to have someone to tell all my thoughts to.

I've been thinking that a certain person I have a crush on isn't going to do it for me, even if he did have feelings for me, which has been called into question lately. Not that it really matters. My crush still exists whether or not it should, and whether or not the feelings are reciprocal. But I think I can be more mature about it now, as opposed to Sunday, when I became a pre-junior high idiot. No need to go into details. The thought alone makes my face get red and I start looking around for a table to hide under.

But that is strictly the past. In the now I want to cry at all the beauty around me. Springtime reminds me that all things eventually come full circle.

The song playing on my soundtrack is: Virginia Woolf, Indigo Girls

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