Beware the barrenness of a busy life. - Socrates
I'm home suffering from a wicked stomach bug. I swear I have never been sick so often as I have been this year. Blame it on poor self-care or high stress, I guess.
I'm also suffering from a serious case of the blues. I keep looking at the coming weeks and seeing how busy they are, and I just feel sort of...bummed. I'm happy to be here and I'm excited for all that's coming, don't get me wrong, but the next few months are going to fly between people visiting, Folklife the Seattle dinner, and a possible visit home or to Fairbanks (I haven't decided yet). I want so much to enjoy what I have left, but I'm afraid that we've all overscheduled ourselves. There's very little time to just be (As testament to JVC's influence on me, I beg those who knew me before this year to imagine me saying that last year: hilarious, right?). I couldn't tell you the last time I had good one-on-one time with some of my housemates, let alone some quality time with myself.
Because overextension was something I hoped would disappear from my life, I have to say that I'm disappointed. I don't want to go back to being a person who tries to cram too much into an already busy schedule. I want to remain liberated from modern standards, but I'm beginning to see that life probably has other plans. My worst fear is to become someone who focuses on time as a commodity, rather than a gift. One of my housemates has mentioned that she hasn't had nearly enough time to enjoy the spring, and I agree with her to a certain extent. I feel too many obligations pressing on me, especially with a trip to Spokane that will take up most of our weekend. I miss the times when there was an overabundance of free time.
Alternatively, maybe it's just beginning to occur to me how little time we really have left. Our nine month anniversary is next week, and I can hardly believe it sometimes. A year ago, I was finishing classes and studying for finals (let's not even discuss Quad Party). It shocks and saddens me how much time has passed since I've spoken to some of my friends and how I wanted that time to slip by as quickly as possible: that is one error I won't be making again.
I'm also suffering from a serious case of the blues. I keep looking at the coming weeks and seeing how busy they are, and I just feel sort of...bummed. I'm happy to be here and I'm excited for all that's coming, don't get me wrong, but the next few months are going to fly between people visiting, Folklife the Seattle dinner, and a possible visit home or to Fairbanks (I haven't decided yet). I want so much to enjoy what I have left, but I'm afraid that we've all overscheduled ourselves. There's very little time to just be (As testament to JVC's influence on me, I beg those who knew me before this year to imagine me saying that last year: hilarious, right?). I couldn't tell you the last time I had good one-on-one time with some of my housemates, let alone some quality time with myself.
Because overextension was something I hoped would disappear from my life, I have to say that I'm disappointed. I don't want to go back to being a person who tries to cram too much into an already busy schedule. I want to remain liberated from modern standards, but I'm beginning to see that life probably has other plans. My worst fear is to become someone who focuses on time as a commodity, rather than a gift. One of my housemates has mentioned that she hasn't had nearly enough time to enjoy the spring, and I agree with her to a certain extent. I feel too many obligations pressing on me, especially with a trip to Spokane that will take up most of our weekend. I miss the times when there was an overabundance of free time.
Alternatively, maybe it's just beginning to occur to me how little time we really have left. Our nine month anniversary is next week, and I can hardly believe it sometimes. A year ago, I was finishing classes and studying for finals (let's not even discuss Quad Party). It shocks and saddens me how much time has passed since I've spoken to some of my friends and how I wanted that time to slip by as quickly as possible: that is one error I won't be making again.