I'll Text Ya an Update at 12:15am

There was a time when I swore I would never, ever, ever in a million years get a cell phone, that I would never be the person in the grocery line talking to a friend while checking out, that I would never, ever, ever be that person who checks her cell phone for texts from friends on a constant basis.

Never, ever, ever.

The gobbly gook I sent out last night was a half awake, then promptly falling asleep with my phone open, then an end of a message that read: Imp psuddenly hak?,?. Yes, it has come to this. I sent a text message in my sleep.

Granted, it didn’t make sense. At least the second half. And I sleep with my phone next to me because it doubles as an alarm clock. So really, I was simply finishing the thought I had hours beforehand.

I’m thinking that what I was attempting to text in my sleep was: I’m suddenly half asleep. Really, I could take this statement to mean many things in my life right now. I do, actually, suddenly fall asleep at around 9-9:30pm every night. I set myself up in bed to read or knit and within minutes, I am out.

So this morning when I woke up with my sticky-slept-in-my-mother-fucking-contacts-again eyes, I grabbed the phone thinking I had texted some big secret to my friends. Like some sort of mass text about something crazy going on in my life. Or that there’s absolutely nothing crazy going on in my life so what the hell are you even talking about and why are you texting me at 12:20 in the morning you crazy friend. But to my west coast friends it would only be 9:20. Just about the time I would be falling asleep in the desert in Las Vegas, if I was still there.

My classes got dropped at the community college and my job here ends at the end of May. Budget cuts for education when really we should all be focusing on what matters. Quite an interesting little society we have here.

I’ve explored a couple of options already. Yogaville for the month of June then some summer job here in Asheville. Maybe I’ll save up some money so I can work part time until I start teaching again in the fall. Maybe I’ll actually commit myself to writing more than just in a journal or on a blog. For so long I asked for things to be more flexible in my life, and now it’s here. I wanted to have more time for yoga teacher training and my classes got dropped. It’s a blessing in disguise. Things like that always are.