It just feels like a day that I should spend writing.

And by that it is possible that I mean..."I have so many other things I have to do."

I am about to fall into the rabbit hole of structure and schedules again. Outwardly, I am sure the transition will go well. I am halfway to becoming a veteran. Inwardly... I am equally sure you will find me chafing against time-ropes and deadline-chains. The dreams will be nearly unmemorable, the art that I have scattered about my room will be scaled down from life-sized to take-what-you-can-into-class-without-making-your-prof-feel-too-unimportant sized, and I will be who I need to be and a little less of who I want to be. But it is not all so bad, especially after the transition phase.
It really is a good thing actually, when the rebellion and cynicism settles.

You see, my love of aviation has always been from a very artistic point of view. Stories. Adventure. Curiosity. Perhaps, even, love. Even my appreciation of most science comes through a very thick filter of the abstract and imagined...and now I need it to be detailed, linear, mechanical. At it's idealistic height, it really is 'all for a dream's sake.' But the more I do this, follow this rabbit hole, retrain my thinking, and try to live in a world that does not always understand me and which I am sure to misunderstand at least a few times...the more I find out what I am really capable of.

And by that I do not mean by skill... but by design. And not just me as an individual but as one example of human beings as a collective creation. I am going to need to remember this in the coming weeks as I attempt not to drown being immersed in world not yet wholly mine.