Is it the weekend yet?

I am exhausted. And it's only Tuesday, that's not very reassuring. (Is it Tuesday? I'm not even sure about that.)

It's funny how sometimes, in a very busy life, the things you feel like blowing off end up making you the happiest. I was tired after work last night, but I volunteer on Monday nights. It was hard leaving my apartment, to go out in the cold, to volunteer. But I walked home feeling so, so, so much better. As usual, this gig is bringing me so much more than I am bringing to it.

Tonight, same thing. Came home from work exhausted (that's my fault and I'll get to that), and I did NOT want to go to class. But I did. It was a strange experience. For this Communications program, one of the classes I'm taking (and thoroughly enjoying) is in public speaking. So tonight, the teacher put us in groups for an assignment, we had 45 minutes to prepare, 15 minutes to speak. I haven't felt this way in forever, but when he told us to make our own groups, I panicked. I felt like that kid who is going to get picked last for a team in elementary school. I'm so much older than most of these people and I don't really know any of them.

It's hilarious how easily that childhood insecurity can flare up. To my relief, the cute girl sitting across from me gave me the look and I knew I was ok. She's good too, I've seen her present in the past. We ended up in a group of 5 and actually had to turn extra people away. The assignments went well, our professor even said we were the best group he's seen in the past 5 years. Not too shabby.

The other thing I did last night, not as responsible. I went to a party (damn Linnea's 3 day birthday extravaganza!). It's been fun and yes she should definitely celebrate turning 21. Only happens once after all, unlike all the times I've turned 29. Actually, it seems like almost everyone I know has been having a birthday lately. So many Libras and Scorpios out there! Or maybe that's just who I attract.

It's funny. With my new warm winter coat, a few good friends and 6,000 people reading this blog, I have almost everything I've ever wanted. And I'm only a year and a half out of the cult. I'm not a published author yet and I haven't married George Clooney, but we know these things will come. I thought to myself as I walked to class this evening, "I'm too old for this shit". So I think, for the rest of the week, I'll just lay low. I have homework to do after all and I still need to clean up an apartment full of balloons and streamers. But give me a few days to get my strength back and who know what next weekend will bring. :)