The grit in the last mile
In physics, my last module is complete, my last quizz has been submitted, and my last homework draft has been done. I even started a bit of my lastath homework. Even if my ADD is taking me in all kinds of places, I just go back to the task at hand, no matter how uncomfortable it maybe. It’s a stange dance to really want to do something, but the fears of the potential pain drifts you off. Since I’ve been living with St, my emotional pain has significantly subsided so I have a bit more leeway to endure defeats.
It’s not always easy to go through hard exercises, hit walls, and try to push through. I’m not a natural when it comes to physics, and math. I give it my all, but get ordinary results. Still, I’m doingit, and a large percentage of the population hasn’t. This is about to change though as younger generations perform better in sciences. They don’t have a choice with the way life is speeding up. Being an educated old fart makes me happy. Even if it’s nothing glamorous, what matters is my self-satisfaction.
I want to join St in bed. We just finished snuggling watching episode of a short anime series, “Cowboy Bebop”. It’s a classic, and it was about time I caught on. I’m enjoying the jazz soundtrack, and the originality. Thoughy beloved waiting for is in the forefront of my mind.
A few words before I enjoy well deserved rest.
