When I made this blog, I had hoped to avoid entries that were entirely "me" focused. I'm going to do my best to avoid that now, but I felt I should at least update this blog with something, since it has been barren for so long.

I'm entering the third week of my senior year. I feel that academically, my semester will be strong: challenges along the way, but challenges I can prepare myself for and capably overcome.

Quite by surprise, I find that my biggest challenges come from other aspects of my life. I don't want this blog to be a place for me to complain about what hurts me or outline what I hope will come around, because I know that this simply isn't the right place, and that those people who need to know probably already do.

I suppose I could sum up my entire emotional being into one word: hopeful. I have made a few pointed mistakes in the past year, mistakes which have made me a patent fool and may very possibly cost me something(one) I hold dearer than nearly anything(one) else. This mistakes might not have been terrible on their own, but life has thrown a few curve balls of its own the last six months.

I am hopeful that the wish I made the other night while stargazing will come true. I am hopeful that I will rectify those mistakes as best I can, even if the best medicine right now is a promise and the will to see it through. I am also hopeful that I won't continue to work against a wall and that I won't be working alone. It's damn hard to pick someone up if they don't extend a hand. That's true for relationships, also, I think.

I need a hand.