I was about to turn off the laptop, but a voice in my head whispered loudly, "the blog..." So here I am writing you one. Aptly, three minutes after midnight, just in time for the break of a new day.
You just texted me, asking me how my second week's been... and among my responses, I wrote, 'settling in well'. When I wrote that, I meant more than getting used to the settings of the university, as you may or may not have gathered. Perhaps it does have something to do with a new setting, but lately I'm settling into myself much smoother, much swiftly than I ever have before.
What I mean by that, is that I know what I'm good and what I'm not good at. Settling well into myself, in response to this self-knowledge, is being comfortable with not forcing myself to the breaking point on things that I'm weak at. But knowing that those weaknesses lie, and allowing myself to gravitate towards them, one step at a time. I'm a work in progress -- I know people say that all the time that it almost becomes a cliché -- but at seven months short of 20, I really, really am a work in progress.
Then there are things that have slid into my character, or rather have been realised recently. Last night, for instance, Mum lost it at me over a small, small matter that wasn't even a matter in the first place. I didn't do anything, but she said I ruined her day. Caught me totally by surprise, her, but I let it slide and didn't get angry at all. I think it was partly because I was so surprised. Anyway, didn't really hold a drudge with her, despite her extreme behaviour. This morning I got a text from her apologising, which was nice. You know, after all these times, it's nice to get a "sorry". Like her outburst, I didn't expect an apology from her either. Perhaps I'm not the only who's changing, hey.