noun: the quality or state of being tranquil; calm.
January and February are always the months where I feel at peace. During this time I feel as if I am swaddled in a blanket that is fresh out of the dryer. The days are fast and happy but every minute seems to be stretched out for the long run; it often reminds me of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Lately, my life doesn’t feel like it has been going much anywhere. The days are mundane and have the same schedule as follows: wake up, school, study and finish homework, blog, read, sleep, repeat.
The only things I do in my spare time are read, watch movies, and bake. There were many opportunities that were available to me over the course of two months, but because of some mishaps I sit at home, lying in bed, and feeling like an absolute dummy.
I think it may be because I often so used to doing something rather than sitting at home. I am much happier doing something productive outside of my house than playing Pottermore on my laptop. I want to get up and see the world. I want to break this bleakness from my life, which is the reason why, despite my shortness and all, I have signed myself up for track and field.
I know that I am probably going to come home with an hour’s work of Biology coloring homework and my legs shot of soreness after I come home from practice, but it will be a good change.
But for now, let me go and spend much of my time reading. Let me go and spend the rareity of my time take photos of the melting snow. Let me go out and hum songs from Broadway musicals while I rewrite notes. Let me enjoy the last several days of tranquility.
(P.S. Also, I'm freaking out. Read this to find out why.)