I’m still settling in well.

I wake in the early morn, gym, home, and lunch. During lunch, mom is usually available.

I get to spend some time talking to her. It’s mostly about politics. The most recent conversations have been about turning little boys into little girls. The horrors of repressing and adding hormones to a young child’s body are simply awful.

Then, I might take a nap, work on the class, and I’m getting into the habit of writing in my blog. In the back of my head, I’m trying to make myself confident enough to start fiction writing again. These little blogs in the evenings are helping me do that. As I’ve told my students for the past ten years, writing is a habit and the more you do it, the easier and better it will feel.

Well, it may not be easy in my case. But, it does make me feel better. I feel like I’m rallying to do something I’ve wanted to do all my life. I just need to feel confident enough to take it and have an audience to focus on.

I’ve also finally broken one of my Anker batteries. I carry these things around everywhere to recharge my phone. I have a black and red one. The black one has become increasingly fickle. I’ve probably dropped it one too many times or banged it against something. I’ll have to make an Amazon purchase soon and that’s okay. I could use some wires and a couple of other things too.

My Persephone influence has started to spread across the land. Tulips are appearing and there are these beautiful flowering trees here and there. Their white blooms are simply gorgeous. But, I’m not quite victorious just yet. The weather is giving me fits. Its 40ish degrees today and tomorrow is supposed to be the same. A potential chance of snow for this weekend. I don’t think the snow will be anything major. Rather, Old Man Winter is toying with me.

I’m sure that he thinks it’s funny. It’s not enough to kill the emerging vegetation but it’s enough to stunt the growth. It’s also causing me all kinds of body aches. Today, it’s primarily my left shoulder. The part between my left ear and just below the arm is tender. I’ll have to make sure to rub a lot of lotion on it tonight to try to rub out that kink. After all, there’s the gym in the morning and I’d hate to let down the employees who I never bothered to learn the name of. They don’t wear name badges, so it’s entirely my fault I don’t know the names.

I strive to actually take note of people’s names. I think it’s important to know the name and how to pronounce it correctly since the name is a part of someone’s identity.

….. Except for my students.
I forget who they are the moment grades are reported. They don’t matter so much.

Mom keeps saying that Jason must feel lost without me.
I sincerely hope that isn’t the case. I miss him but I wouldn’t say I’m ‘lost.’
I have enough confidence in him and myself that we’ll meet up again. But, in the meantime, I am and always shall be me. If anything, I’m kind of more me than when I’m with him because I’m not continually thinking and wondering about what he’s doing.

Well… I am.
But, I’m confident that he’s not doing anything overtly stupid and he doesn’t need my continued supervision.

I hope he feels the same.
He shouldn’t be ‘lost’ without me. If I’m me and he’s he, there isn’t anything lost.