later on

Sometimes it takes a while for my mind to compeltely digest changes, like no, you really are no longer a student, free to go and do whatever you please or no, you no longer get to only do missionary work 24 hours a day. Maybe it's the law of inertia, my mind doesn't want to stop and have to derail itself, picking up the iron wheels, turning about each car, and heaving them onto another set of tracks. Effort enough to make the switch, and then there's the implications; bumps underneath what was supposed to be smooth metal.