Exhausted and overwhelmed. I have so much to do that I need to write a to-do list and break it down into manageable chunks. I'm very proud of my sister who swept the awards at her graduate program, but I'm also annoyed with her. I would love to curl up in a private hobbit hole to read, journal, sip herbal tea and eat toast with strawberry preserves for about three days so that I could build up the reserves to survive the next month. But, it's not going to happen. I must go back to the to-do list and write "purge all the abstract ideas that have hijacked my brain's function". I need to write lesson plans and take education courses rather than ponder the bigger question of "creative nonfiction and the merging of fact with imagination". I need to write out all my reactions to Biden's concept of "bending history"-- wtf! I need to run. I need to call multiple friends. I need to do laundry. I need to email numerous parents. All I want to do is read. Reading is a definite escape... my drug of choice.
Today's victory: I finally signed up to give to IJM on a monthly basis and got info on giving to the Pan-African Academy of Christian Surgeons since I'm no tithing to a church because I'm churchless.
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