Today I woke up and I was Year 4.

I just finished reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Is this new identity weight or lightness to me? Yes, it's year 4. The work will be more difficult than ever before... and there's the fucking thesis. But... it's year 4. There's a limited impact I can make the degree I'll eventually end up with.

The past few days I have been glum and I couldn't sleep last night. (I always have trouble sleeping the night before school... Not the case for the nights during semester.) But this morning, through the lack of sleep and lack of coffee, I'm awake, refreshed and ready to take on the semester/ world/ Life.

Yes, my life and room are a bit of a mess right now. But there's something about this Day 1 that makes me feel like I can make it work. As usual, painstakingly and bit by bit.

"If happy ever after did exist,
I would still be holding you like this."

My to-do list is forbiddingly long (the upcoming boyfriend birthday weekend doesn't help) but I am filled with the urgency to plough through it.

Well hello there, Year 4.