One Simple Day

It's chilly outside and I'm in the midst of the Fall quarter with term papers looming over my head and the realization that a major part of my life will soon be over. Yes, I'm talking about transition. The transition from college student-athlete to college student. I would be lying if I told you that I haven't given this issue a lot of thought and consideration. To be quite honest, I'm rather excited to move on to the next phase of my life. But at the same time I'm terribly scared because who knows what that next phase looks like. Right now, my life is well structure to where I know what lies in front of me and what my day is going to look like. But with the possibility of that being completely erased and an excited unstructured future ahead of me, I'm somewhat rattled. At the same time, I will miss this chapter in my book of life. Soccer has been amazing and I've learned and grown so much because of it. I know for a fact that my time on the team did not go to waste, but rather it was purposeful and I was suppose to play and meet the people I encountered: my teammates and coaches. So it's a bittersweet and sad transition from a life I'm used to to a life untouched.
In other news. I'm enjoying this fine, crisp Monday. It's rather cold outside and I love the fact that I pulled my "relaxed and big" jeans to dress for the occasion. I sometimes get tired of wearing clothes that fit. Sometimes I just want that extra space in the cushion. Besides, the jeans make me feel like a real skater. That's right, a "Tony Hawk" type skater. I think I walk differently in them, too. A swagger to my step. Hmm.
Also, I'm starting to kick into procrastination mode. I have A LOT to do in the next 3 weeks before Thanksgiving break and most of it entails writing extremely long papers. If that weren't the case then why would I be updating this thing in the first place?
Also, speaking of winter break. I'm sooo excited to make my 12hr drive home to Missouri. Truthfully, I love the long, grey-skied trip home. I could even say that I lose sleep the night before due to "pre-driving" jitters. You may think I'm kidding ...but I am not.
Other than that. I'm sure I have tons more to say, but I don't really feel like it. So, I'm going to leave this library computer and go sit under the fake palm tree on the 4th floor of Alden and read my Anthropology of Religion book on an African tribe in Northern Sudan who practice spirit-possession. Yes, that's correct. Spirit possession.