love as an escape

One of my dearest and wisest friends did a lot of thinking for me. She said that I use love as an escape from my life, and that is true. I am so overwhelmed by everything in my life right now, but in a good way. I'm using my life as an escape from love...probably a healthier way to look at things. This semester is going pretty well so far. I'm exhausted after a really full day...no worries though, I think I still have a little energy left over to do most if not all of my reading/homework and maybe even squeeze in a little immunology reading to boot. It's refreshing to be distracted and learning about all these fantastic things that I am so interested in. For instance, my Global Health History class is so interesting, I even want to do the optional readings (time permitting). I love my bio class, and every day going to my lab to do real research feels like an academic adventure of huge proportions. I love teaching the new lab undergrad stuff about the lab. I'm having a good life. A lonely one, but a good one. I feel wholesome.
This is not to say I've not been doing a lot of thinking, too. I mean, I've thought a lot about my intentions and selfishness combined with my selflessness. It intersects all too often, and I'd like to remedy this. It should be mostly selflessness and less selfishness. But I still need time for myself! In such a delicate balance I live.

Meanwhile, I've discovered Kombucha. It's so good and it helps me relax. Downsides: it's really expensive and I'm pretty sure it's a tiny bit alcoholic. It's good though because I'm still feeling ill (what, it's been like 2 weeks now? what the hell, world?!) and it's good on the throat, even cold.