I accomplished fun this weekend. Lots of fun. I got in a lot of exercise (running, weightlifting, walking), book club (the conversation actually played into several choices I've made this weekend), "Sunshine Cleaning", sushi, church (and a hymn earlier than the 10th Century). I helped my aunt move offices on Saturday, which sounds like work, and enjoyed it. I hadn't seen her in a while, and mindless labor is cathartic at times.
I went to bed at 10pm on Friday and Saturday nights, which contributed to the dirth of blogging. I got no school work accomplished. So, that will account for my Monday and Tuesday nights. But, sleep is so very good. I feel much more peaceful, relaxed and hopeful. Overwhelming crisises don't loom in every crook and cranny when I'm rested.
I decided to train for the Half Marathon after realizing I'm no longer in good enough shape to wing anything over five miles. This decision kind of surprised me, but the resolve has energized me... and settle a lot of my school angst. I'm now feeling the weight of my humanity in more than my job. Balance is good. And, I chatted with my sewing instructor. It sounds as if we're both ready to get back in the proverbial saddle.
My writing has fallen to the way side, but I rationalize this state of affairs by saying living a full satisfying life provides fodder. For instance, the Chief and I lost the phone today, but finally discovered it in a Nordstrom's bag. The first time I called it, I got a busy signal.
Can you tell how I'm experimenting with syntax? I'm trying not to frontload sentences with prepositional phrases and such. I'm trying this a little longer, but then will try to integrate the two styles.
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