ready or not, here i camp . . .
wow.
here i go again.
my stuff is in the hall, ready to be loaded in the car once it pulls in the drive.
i wish i could say that i can't believe it's summer already. but i feel like much more than a year has passed since last summer. apparently a lot can happen in only a year.
i'm still tired. though not quite as bad as before. i'm still sick and i'm hoping it'll pass soon cause dancing with this chest and singing with this throat will not bode well for me or my students.
i don't feel like i've had time to go over all of the things i want to go over. get clarity on the things i want clarity on. but i've got this intense hope for some time, maybe in only a few more days, when i can just sit in a field somewhere by myself and write and think and just be.
there are these occasional moments where it's like something creeps up on me and startles me. except rather than jumping with shock, i get tears spring in my eyes and a catch in my throat and it's like something has been hiding and waiting to burst out. and i'm not sure what it is or where it's coming from or what i have to deal with exactly, but it's hiding under it all.
no matter.
time to go.
there's never time to rest on the shore.
here i go again.
my stuff is in the hall, ready to be loaded in the car once it pulls in the drive.
i wish i could say that i can't believe it's summer already. but i feel like much more than a year has passed since last summer. apparently a lot can happen in only a year.
i'm still tired. though not quite as bad as before. i'm still sick and i'm hoping it'll pass soon cause dancing with this chest and singing with this throat will not bode well for me or my students.
i don't feel like i've had time to go over all of the things i want to go over. get clarity on the things i want clarity on. but i've got this intense hope for some time, maybe in only a few more days, when i can just sit in a field somewhere by myself and write and think and just be.
there are these occasional moments where it's like something creeps up on me and startles me. except rather than jumping with shock, i get tears spring in my eyes and a catch in my throat and it's like something has been hiding and waiting to burst out. and i'm not sure what it is or where it's coming from or what i have to deal with exactly, but it's hiding under it all.
no matter.
time to go.
there's never time to rest on the shore.