Old habits die hard

I take a long time to learn things, partly because I'm afraid to know more, partly because it seems I enjoy making the same mistakes again and again.

I enjoy time to be alone, space to think, and the sound of silence. If there's anything I will strive for in the coming months it will be to remember this. Instead of focusing on how many things I can cram into a day I could focus on the quality of those things. This is not a new idea, not a new discovery, not new in any sense really. Just a reminder.

Also, am I ever relieved I decided to study part-time this semester. If I studied full-time I would fall into a pattern not desirable in any way. Mind you (who is you? silly blogs) that pattern is still feasible, a pattern of mindlessness, and to not succumb to old habits (which truly do die hard) a certain level of consciousness is crucial. 

Life is good; it's sweet. It also leaves a horrible taste in your mouth sometimes. Storm before the calm they say? In order to truly find what you're looking for, well that entails more dedication and searching than what the average person is willing.

And on a less ambiguous note: I am going to go lie under my covers, read my book, and fall asleep.