Good news: The Department of Public Instruction (DPI) decided that I should be paid on my masters, and that the pay should be retroactive. Yeehaw! And, I'm going to be able to get certification through the Alternative Licensing Bureau, which is far less expensive. God is good, Sabu.
Yowsers, I left the house at 6:30am and got back at 9:30pm. I'm wasted. It's as my brother tells his boss, "This job is really cutting into my sitting around time." Ditto. I'm developing vertigo from the busyness. The optionals are what make life worth living-- it's not as if I can cut out stupid meetings at work that annoy me to tears. I caught myself being unnecessarily short with people and feeling as I were half-assing some things. I'm looking forward to the work days next week-- I need them.
The busyness continues. I'm going to a Symphony concert tomorrow night. I sewing with a friend Saturday. I'm going to an Inauguration Party Tuesday. A friend's book bash is on Friday, and I have reservations for Indian later that night. I need to learn how to enjoy the busy and the lull. I found Christmas break's free time overwhelming and depressing. But, with this level of busy, I feel like I don't have time for self-reflection and processing. J Alfred Prufrock's life was measured out in teaspoons, wouldn't that be nice? I guess, there's a constant and healthy dialectic between down time and "up time". I don't know if I don't have time to be depressed or if I'm happy and therefore busy. Hmm.
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