Last night I wrote two pages after blogging. I like the way it feels to not have to worry about things but I don’t like how it feels to be stressed and crunched for time when I am doing my homework. This last project was the worst it’s ever been in a long time. I went to bed at 11 and set my alarm for 2AM. I needed every single hour to get the rest of it done before leaving for class in the morning.

Doing bits of it at a time really isn’t that bad. I do still like the days where I get to camp out in the living room with my blankets and drinks and just get lost in writing a paper without having to worry about anything else. I just don’t have as many of those open days anymore. There other things going on.

It really isn’t our ourselves, but others who help us to change. We are able to do so much to point, but there are parts we are unable to do and need help with. During one of the readings this morning I was l looking through the opening pages of the book. I like the words from the dedication which said,

Dedicated to those who are struggling to change

To our children, who have strengthened our commitment to making a difference

And to all who have come before and taught about the power of relationships to bring about change