Diary of A Scholar in Training - Personal Blog #14

“I don’t have anything to say,” probably a phrase a blogger should never say.  Try your best not to judge.   This week that’s where I’ve been.  It’s been a hard five days. I started off tired, which is not uncommon but the week grew more and more “interesting as time progressed.   Thanks to the rain and a lack of traction of my Steve Madden boots, I had a disagreement with a set of stairs at school and terribly sprained my right ankle.  A trip to the emergency room went on to reveal some nerve damage and doomed me to an air cast and crutches for the next few days.  I shant complain.  It could be worst. There are no broken bones and working from home for the last few days has afforded me with the opportunity to catch up on some work, some sleep and some daytime television.  I’m grateful for an understanding boss and this time to gather myself before wrapping up the end of the Spring 2011 strong. 

It’s April already and I just feel like we were just leaving Watch Night Service last week.  The semester has flown by and your girl is beat down tired!  Beat. Down. Tired. I feel like I need to take some time to regroup and get my mojo together and I’m thinking perhaps a drastic change is in order to jump start things.  Maybe a hair cut, some new clothes, a move, a change.  I need to shake things up and break up the monotony and get back to enjoying my life.  Somewhere along the line, I’ve evolved into this uptight, scaredy cat, stick in the mud and I’m over it.   I’m growing into my grown woman status and saying and doing what I feel. It’s scary to be doing me for change, but it feels good. I’m told this is what your 20’s are all about.  

I think I need to get out my vision board and my prayer journal and find my go gettum  again.  Challenges are coming but I won’t let them beat me.  I’ve been praying and praying for faith and now it’s time I start walking in it. One foot in front of the other. Let’s go.

Next week, I promise I’ll be a better blogger.  For now, let’s blame it on my bum ankle and sore arms.  Crutches require upper body strength that I’m apparently seriously lacking…let’s add that to the list of things I need work on.