I'm listening

It's been one of those weeks my mom would've been really helpful. I pride myself on being self motivated. I like to figure things out on my own. Some say stubborn, I say potato. I would like to be perfectly clear that I was a good kid, just like to figure it out on my own. 

I hate to say most of the time I took my mom's advice for granted. She was almost always right. Would've saved a lot of time and heartache to listen. 

Since school started I've been finding myself in the pressure cooker. Last Sunday night as I lay in bed exhausted and restless at the same time, the lid blew. New job, grad school, housework, exercise, Terry, Tea, me-how do all these pieces fit? They can't right now. I imagine my mom telling me that before hand. I imagine I wouldn't listen. 

So now that I figured it out, what to do? Grad school had to go. I was only 2 weeks in. Maybe I'll find time one day. Maybe I'll decide that's not my direction. If I've learned one thing it's that life doesn't always go where I want, but it always ends up in a good direction. My mom was a worrier, definitely got it from her. But as much as she stressed, she always threw her hands up and said "It's gonna be ok." She would've gone on a trip somewhere, went shopping, hugged her kids. Thanks Momma I'm listening.