A small admittance that my blogging has gone to the wayside.
But amongst making books, designing books, grading papers, creating assignments, creating flip charts, teaching, leading, too many dentist appointments and problems, car issues... money sucking life flops, and trying to hold together some sort of "life" as in a clean living environment with up to date everything else, at the end of the day, I just don' t feel like thinking any more.
In fact sometimes the only thing I can concentrate on is "summer is coming." I will be done being a student soon, at least for awhile, and I can't await the blissfulness of concentrating on only a few things at once will bring. As much as I enjoy education and studenting, I really enjoyed my semester of simply "adulting." I eagerly await it.
I'm not sure if it is some hormonal clock or just atmosphere, but I have this strong desire to settle. I want a yard and a basement. I want a simple street address, even if I don't own it. I really just want some land to call mine. Apartment living feels so temporary.
There are other forms of settling, of nesting, that are crossing my mind as well. Don't get excited, not now. But the urge is there. Logic tells me no and yet I think of it quite often. I figure it I can get the house, then I can resist these other thoughts. Then again it could just be a slippery slope. . .
But amongst making books, designing books, grading papers, creating assignments, creating flip charts, teaching, leading, too many dentist appointments and problems, car issues... money sucking life flops, and trying to hold together some sort of "life" as in a clean living environment with up to date everything else, at the end of the day, I just don' t feel like thinking any more.
In fact sometimes the only thing I can concentrate on is "summer is coming." I will be done being a student soon, at least for awhile, and I can't await the blissfulness of concentrating on only a few things at once will bring. As much as I enjoy education and studenting, I really enjoyed my semester of simply "adulting." I eagerly await it.
I'm not sure if it is some hormonal clock or just atmosphere, but I have this strong desire to settle. I want a yard and a basement. I want a simple street address, even if I don't own it. I really just want some land to call mine. Apartment living feels so temporary.
There are other forms of settling, of nesting, that are crossing my mind as well. Don't get excited, not now. But the urge is there. Logic tells me no and yet I think of it quite often. I figure it I can get the house, then I can resist these other thoughts. Then again it could just be a slippery slope. . .
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