july, july

Often, something truly awful must happen to ensure the reoccurrence of good.

Life is essentially a constant ebb and flow of falling and rising. I usually stay towards the middle so my rises and falls aren't quite as drastic. This is why I'm okay with my life being mundane at times. 

This summer, notably July, has been a constant series of highs and lows. Usually, from the bad comes good. But that works both ways. As soon as I peak I'm thrust right back downward.  But once at the bottom, it seems something good happens as a direct result of what brought me down. Like with my dad. When he was in the hospital it was one of the lowest points I've experienced, but because of that he stopped drinking. The universe always finds a way to even itself out. I'm assured of that.

It's so hard not to compare life to a roller-coaster. I feel lame. 

 Anyways. 

This summer is coming to an abrupt end, it seems. My last shift at Don Pablo's is next Tuesday. It's kind of bitter sweet. Mostly just sweet, though. I'm not really sure what's bitter about it at all, actually, aside from the lack of funding I will be receiving. 

Also, babysitting discourages me from ever wanting children.