I did it, because when Aristotle is telling you you ought to go back to the Temple, well really... What more incentive do you need?
It had to happen eventually, and preferably sooner than later. And I only went through a dozen tissues in the hour I did initiatories. That's some restraint. Especially considering that wave upon spiritual wave kept washing over both me and whichever ordinance worker I was with. If it had only been me weeping I would have figured it was just me, but they felt it too; a continuous affirmation of love and acceptance and peace.
I skipped Astrobiology to do it, since lectures have become intollerably dry since we began the biological component. The professor basically rambles off topic in expectation that we'll learn the material we need for the exam from the text. I made it to campus in time to walk from the library parking lot a mile to the east through what M-- calls the centipedic hallway to Ethics, stopping for ten minutes to register as a bone marrow donor at a table set up to raise donations for a 3-year-old with leukemia. I'm not going to lie; it took some bravery. I've heard how painful donation is, but if I'm going to do the most good I can with the rest of my life and there's a 25% chance that I might match someone, somewhere in the world who needs my marrow to live, yeah, I think I can do that.
Ethics was...blah. We're preparing for our argumentative essays, and again, I'm not going to lie, it's going to take some bravery. I'm a creative writer, and a so-so one at that. Philosophical papers scare the crap out of my stream of consciousness. Listened and left with a little hello to Mr. Philosophy. I'm still doing what I can to lay low.
And now... I'm dating the library, because if I go home I'll never get my homework done like I need to. And maybe that's okay. I gave M-- a half hour peptalk last night about just doing her best. Grades don't tell us that we're okay; people do. I should ditch Mr. Library and go hang with my kiddles. Yes, I do believe I should.
I feel better right now than I have in months, continued sniffles notwithstanding. I know the reason why, but why did I wait so long to go back?
My twig of faith is ready for spring.