Enjoying a Busy Life ? sort of

  I'm just wading my through another difficult book.   It's school-days for me and I like it, sort of.   The social aspect of it is good.   I'm meeting people outside of the mental health field and it feels right, though intellectuals can be a little boring at times.   Still, what did I expect- it's university and after a 30 year absence, I'm back at it.               

I have a kind of nagging fear that I won't make it, you know, that I can't do it.      Still, all I can do is try, and since I have certain allowances made for me in my classes, I should be able to pull through.

I've thought about getting a volunteer job to fill some free time.   It's a toss-up between the Red Cross or Literacy Nanaimo and I'm leaning toward the former.         Something fairly mindless like answering phones, if you please.

       I don't know if I'll go on with school.    I'm already feeling undue stress and added anxiety.   And if I take extra meds before class, I nearly pass-out during discussion.   If I don't, I'm too high-wired to get through it.          Now that the days are getting shorter I'll need some fine tuning from my psych. doc to balance things out.

That's what my Dad said- "balance".      I can't believe it's been almost 4 years since he died.     If he could see me now, he'd be so proud.        I'll keep that thought.

Peace

Don