Classes started a few weeks ago, and I honestly feel like I’m barely keeping my head above water. The reading this semester is more intense. Not only is there a lot of it, but I’m also trying to keep up with my comps reading, which is insane.
None of this was made easier by the fact that Stan and I were temporarily forced out of our home by a broken air conditioner. We were displaced for almost a week, during which time I felt like reading was the least of my worries.
We are now back home and it feels like our lives are still not really getting back to normal, and honestly, that is probably normal. I’m not complaining, necessarily, but there are so many things I want to do that I don’t feel like I have the time to do. For instance, I really want to archive every blog post I’ve ever written just in case I ever take this blog down completely. I want to get my personal files organized in such a way that I can easily find every single thing I have ever written either academically or creatively. I want to finish the clean and purge of our house that we started so many weeks ago, but weren’t able to finish because of the air conditioner disruption. I want to have at least one single day where the only dirty clothes in the house are the ones I am wearing (before we have any children and that becomes impossible). I want to get our lives organized and clutter free, and that is not easy right now.
So, in the meantime, I am, of course, wasting valuable studying/organizing/cleaning time by blogging. This is probably the reason I don’t get anything done, by the way, and honestly I don’t mind. Yes, I should be reading. Yes, there is laundry in the wash that needs to go on hangers. Yes, the living room needs to be picked up.
But I wrote a blog post today, and I’m really glad I took the time. It isn’t a story, or a poem, but it is something.
Maybe I’ll succeed in this writing journey after all.
Journey to Print 