Almost one month ago, I posted my first (and until this, only) blog about my new journey. My original intent was to blog for a few minutes each day. I love to write - I really do! I'm always walking around with some story running through my head. Over the past four weeks, I've come up with at least 20 solid blogs that would have been fun to write and probably pretty interesting to read. So what happened? I'm too tired...

I'm too tired to write at the end of the day, I'm too tired to think beyond what I'm already required to think, whatever energy I do have is doled out with abandon to my boys and my poor husband, who often finds himself crawling into bed next to a completely comatose wife. Just ask him. I swear, he is the most patient man in the world.

I'm feeling good about my journey so far. But, I still have some conflicting feelings. I enjoy all of my classes and I actually enjoy studying! Don't get me wrong - I do not enjoy the feeling of constantly having something hanging over my head, but I have really enjoyed flexing that huge and underutilized muscle between my ears. What's more, I think I'm good at it. Still, I feel like the rest of my life - my "old" life that is - is passing me by. It's hard for me to accept that my friends' lives do not actually stop just because I'm hardly in them anymore. I know, I know, it's hard for me to believe too. Apparently I am NOT the center of the universe. Apparently, people can survive without me. The problem is, I miss my old life...

...and now that I'm on this road, I can never get it back.