Her pen clattered on the table as she tossed it on her page of notes and ran her hands down her face. As Caely's arms fell and her palms met her thighs she blew out a breath as she stood from her seat, thankful for the carpeted floor that made the scoot of her chair's single curved, black loop serving as its stand moving sharply only a muffled movement to avoid disturbing her cousin elsewhere in the apartment. It was also a plus that her room's door was for the most part closed so she was not an obviously frustrated sight.
She was grateful for much in her life, for the encouragements and support when she receives them, for her faith that keeps her sane and steady despite challenges that persist in attempts to knock her completely off her feet, for how fortunate she is along with the knowledge that she is not experiencing more difficult circumstances. Yet, she was indeed visited by questioning feelings more often than she would like to and such was now that sort of time. It was comprised of unease and wondering why she was the disappointment she was finding herself, who did not yet earn a position in line with her education thus far, still working on the completion of a program her younger family members were not far behind in. She had work and contributed for a fair part of what she shares, but perhaps it was a human feeling that continually snuck into her to wish for more, for better, and she then began nitpicking in her thoughts, to grasp at flaws and let downs and feel inadequate in her sense of self and overall state.
But then the music that she had filtered out of her concentration made her way into her awareness again. It was the
[Air1 Christian station], both her favorite and Elysha's. And a soft smile suddenly grew slowly yet soothingly on her features as she continued to listen to the beautiful words and rhythms, began to sway with the beats.
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