It’s official. School has been in-session for a week. And already the idea of staying up past 9:00 is just completely unfathomable. I’m beginning to truly understand the concept of “So much to do and so little time”. I kind of thought my third year might bring a touch more surety and breathing room, but alas, I haven’t seen it yet. Hope remains, however. A small part of me believes that maybe I just need to get back in the swing of things and it won’t feel so much like I’m drowning amidst a sea of late bells, extra students and committee meetings. I’ll give it a few more weeks and see if I resurface.
In fact, I had to duck out of today’s intended yoga session to even find time for this post. The photos are from Dylan and I’s last trip to Estes Park and are providing a nice reminder of already-forgotten Summer freedoms. I am supposed to be stretching and meditating my way back to the state of zen I generally like to exist in, but you know, these moments of writing and reflection are doing a pretty nice job of that too. I need to find a way to integrate this stuff back into my schedule. I’d like to post three days a week if I can somehow finagle the time. Ah, time….it always comes down to you. And you’re such a pain in the butt.