Day Two
Hundred and Eighty: Mid-Afternoon Wine.
Relaxing.
It is easy, people tell me, and yet I am still writing things and
organising. I could probably clean, wash
some dishes, start packing maybe knit a little, but what I should be doing is
having a lay-down, closing my over-tired, over-extended eyes and not thinking
about the work that is piling up around me, locking me in my self-induced cage
of stress. My doors cannot always be
locked, can they? There is something to
my relaxation that I am missing, and I am missing it real good.
I need to
take a course in it or something.
Maybe it is
because every single person around me is completely frazzled, over-tired,
over-extended, grouchy and sit with me on the edge of complete nonsensical
thinking because we are all dealing with this term together, and we’re all busy
and all can’t sleep and all have midterms and family thanksgiving’s this
weekend and it is all coming to a head at this precise moment for us all and we
are all in it together. Then how can I
feel so isolated?
In the
meantime as we all curb our social lives for mid-terms I will pull up my
skirts, grab my coffee (skim milk) and press on. It will all be worth it, right?
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