You know I Used to be a Fighter

Im pretty skeptical about this "growing up" thing, but Im growing somewhere. Maybe "in". Hopefully. Maybe just "away". I wonder if away is a compartment within "in." But this is just rabble. I am moving. And I suppose not all movement is growth, its just what you make it. I broke up with the snow before I left for winter break... But its been moping around Madison refusing to move on. Or maybe thats me. Who knows? I do. But Im in denial so it wont do anyone much good.

In related news another year has come and gone. No internal fireworks this year. Thats good. I started out this revolution as a nurse instead of a baby. Something to think about. Much more has become things to think about. But nothing has changed. I guess Im just growing. But we seem to be going in circles now. My apologies.

The new semester is going well. Classes are... classes. But they seem to be good. All the plans have changed. Morphed into something that can only be described as.... else. Elsewhere, else... everything. Comes with the rover territory I suppose. Which if you think about it is... nowhere. I never knew nowhere had a description, or maybe I did but Im finally brave enough to admit it.

Bravery. Thats a good one.


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