*Ha!   At 3 AM, nothing is ever really resolved.

Point the first:
I am going to talk to the honors program folks.   I’ve been nominated like four times.  Might as well have a crack at it.

This will probably mean staying an undergrad til May.   I am pretty okay with that.

Point the second:
I need to figure out how to pay for corrective surgery for my gynecomastia.   I have waited long enough.  

As ballet continues to grow into a more and more significant part of my life, I find that I would really like to be  comfortable in the studio.  

Believe it or not, tights and a t-shirt add up to a more revealing ensemble than bibs and a jersey.   Also, nobody touches you in cycling unless you either crash and need help or grab the last Chimay.  

In ballet class, people be handsy, yo.

So that’s one more huge reason in my list of reasons to just get it done, for goodness’ sake.

Point the third:
This might mean taking a year off before grad school (to rebuild financial stores that the surgery – which is rarely covered by insurance, which justly considers it cosmetic – will most assuredly deplete) .  

I might end up doing that anyway, while I try to get my bipolar really stabilized and myself mostly functional before I traipse off to spend two or three years living alone in a strange city with only occasional visits from my husband.

Obviously, I am still somewhat manic.   I didn’t take a sleep aid tonight, and so here I am, not sleeping.

Oh, one last resolution.   I am finally going to get a driver’s license.   Not that I expect to use it much, but health things have happened in my family that make Denis want me to be able to Get There Fast.  

I’m hoping to go to grad school in Chicago, which is a long bike ride from here; he wants me to be able to come home on zero notice of necessary.   The MegaBus and Southwest Air make that fairly possible without driving, but he’ll feel better if I can drive legally, so that seals it. 

He is making a huge, huge sacrifice by potentially letting me go away for what could be the better part of three years – so I can make a much smaller one and get my Legal Driver card.

So that’s it for now.  I will chat with the honors program folks this week, I guess, and see what I need to do.

About asher

Me in a nutshell: Standard uptight ballet boy. Trapeze junkie. Half-baked choreographer. Budding researcher. Transit cyclist. Terrible homemaker. Neuro-atypical. Fabulous. Married to a very patient man. Bachelor of Science in Psychology (2015). Proto-foodie, but lazy about it. Cat owner ... or, should I say, cat own-ee? ... dog lover. Equestrian.

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