Hunger

I am thinking, planning, on transferring to a different school next fall. But you see, even as I type this, I have my doubts.
I wake up 2.5 hours before my classes start each morning. That gives me one hour to shower, primp and get dressed and one hour to eat breakfast. I also spend that one hour thinking about the day to come, reading a book and usually, having a conversation about my plans for the day with Jordan as he starts his day too. This morning I read Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. Her first conversation with the divine ended with her repeating, "Please tell me what to do. Please tell me what to do. Please tell me what to do."
Please tell me what to do, God.
And the days never stop coming.