In no particular order, in the last two weeks I:
- Finished summer school, which nearly was the death of me. Sitting still for 2 hours during fall and spring semester after a full day at work is completely reasonable. Sitting for 3 1/2 hours during summer courses after a full day of work was simply unbearable. Especially as I missed a lot of evening dips in the pool, outdoor drinking and long bike rides on breezy summer evenings. And doesn’t that seem unfair? I scooted out with a cool 3.945 GPA, as my serious lack of effort earned me my first A-.
- Got my annual summer is-this-a-cold-or-a-sinus-infection-or-does-my-home-have-mold-am-I-dying illness.
- Went on a spectacular week-long vacation to Iceland and Copenhagen, Denmark (more on that later) with this beautiful girl, my best cousin:
- Was offered a new job.
- Accepted a new job.
- Quit my current job. Was successful in not crying when I told my beloved boss, remain concerned that I am losing my status as her favorite millennial.
- Endured days of kind comments and we’ll miss you sentiments from my colleagues.
- Bought no less than three pairs of new shoes for a little retail therapy.
I celebrated these fetes, all these changes – and I really hate change – by making an illegal left-handed turn on my bike and smacking into the rear side panel of a minivan speeding up to cruise through a yellow light yesterday morning.
First and foremost, I am fine. I didn’t bleed, didn’t hit my head, didn’t even spill my gigantic tupperware of chicken salad! Other than a little road rash, the only thing wounded is my pride. As I knew instantly the whole shebang was my fault. And it sucks when it’s your fault.
It’s time, as my father says, to get my head back in the game.