Shut Up and Dance

So, I am finished with another semester.

I have spent a lot of time in my head recently (does that make sense?), so a plethora of topics have been swirling around to write about; however, I am frightfully tired, fairly uninspired, and quite at a loss as to the lackluster celebration that is in my heart right now in terms of this, what should be the most glorious time of the year.

I just don't want to disappoint anyone anymore. I don't want regulations or rules or anyone pulling me in a direction I can't go. I want to fix my family. I want to be a good friend. I want to be a better teacher. I want to actually follow through. I want to get ahead. I want to be understood. I want to understand. I want to follow God rather than simply wave to Him once in a while. I want to sit and relax and laugh.

But, I have to pack and do laundry and come up with Christmas gifts...and prepare for my next grad school class to start...and figure out how I am changing next semester.

By the time I get my head wrapped around the fact that I am finished with one of the hardest semesters of my life, I will be starting what is promising to be the hardest. I hate to be a Negative-Nancy, but there is a bit of a shadow over me right now, I guess.

My hope is that it will disappear with the rise of the sun.
Have a very blessed Christmas. I am off to North Carolina.