I've got some time to spare before I need to head to work, a refreshing change of pace for once.  Those that know me will say I run on 'Sarah Time', in other words, I operate on my own schedule.  This is not on purpose, I really do respect appointment times and I try my best to show up when I say I will.  But it never seems to work out for some reason.  Recently I have decided to be early to work, and early to everything else.  Now that school is over I have much more time on my hands and I find myself channeling my boredom towards productive things, like cleaning and being on time.  Low and behold, I've not been late to work for a full month, a record!

As I'm in a reflective mood, I must think, why the big change?  And I realize, it's not been a big change, merely many many small ones, thanks to my parents, friends and very good doctors and therapists.  They've stuck with me, put up with my inconsistancies and quirks (polite terms for immaturity).  I've given them gray hair, minor heat attacks and more grief than they probably bargained for.  I've seen them warn me about the inevitable, which I ignored, and then help me clean up afterwards.  It's not hard to see, with friends and family like this, it's pretty hard for me to fall without having someone there to pick me back up again, dust off the scrapes, tell me to watch out where I'm going, and do it all (most of the time) with a smile.

I hope those friends and my family know, although I still may not be 100% reliable, I'd try to do the same for them that they've done for me in any instance.