Skip to main content

You can tell you're in a hurry when...

You skip making the bed in the first time in ..forever...to enjoy another 2 minutes under a hot shower on a frigid morning.

You contemplate not shaving legs, then decide no matter what, those bad boys need it. Ahem.

You grab an old favorite shirt with a long, emotional history to it, throw it on, then realize (after you've put your boots on and are grabbing for your jacket, that it might be little too short to wear with those jeans. But you suck your gut in, and try to remember to hunch over for the rest of the day lest colleagues or fellow students might think you're going for a much younger, cooler, bolder look than usual.

You manage to drop hubby off so he can help manage a cross country ski weekend with a bunch of his students and the outdoor club at school, think you have time to stop and get a chai...which, technically you have time for, but then you realize doing so has significantly lessened the review time you desperately need for yet another quiz today.

You avoid a fellow student who clearly wants to chat... on the way out of school because it's just time to get some shit done at the office.

You also grab a super fast lunch - soup from the Grove - because you can pretty much drink it, which takes less time than, say, actually chewing.

All that said, it's a pretty day out, and though there is much studying to be done over the weekend? Tonight is Grey's and Scandal, and JL and I are going to enjoy that via text..as is our way. And the quiz? Aced. Which must certainly add a check mark in the 'pro living a little more and worrying a little less' column on the life balance spreadsheet, yes?

Happy Thursday!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

It's been a minute

Oh, what a summer it's been! Heat, the likes of which we have never seen seems to be enveloping the planet. They told us this would happen, and it is.  Now what? Is it time to think underground bunkers? To really explore moon colonies? To continue, on an individual basis to do what we feel we can to help the greater effort? We bought a hybrid two years ago. We'll probably buy an electric car once we feel like the infrastructure is in place, but right now, it's not.  We recycle. Glass ( WHO is drinking all of that wine?! I ask myself each time I toss the bottles into the big bin.). Food. We compost all but animal products, and use it in the garden.  Cardboard/cans/plastics go in the recycle bin each Tuesday. My husband thinks the whole recycle thing is a big scam, and that all of the recycling and trash gets taken to the same place - the dump - because there isn't adequate staffing to sort and really carry out the recycle process.  I feel this is a cynical view, but ...

Hello there 48

And where on earth did 35-47 go??? But I'm being overly dramatic. Again. See, four dozen? Not such a bad place to be when you're me. I've done a lot, I've seen a lot, I've raised a family and landed airplanes and docked yachts and landed (then released of course!) a marlin and climbed mountains and run a LOT of miles and loved deeply and long and hard and felt..so much that, surprisingly did not kill me..that I feel stronger and more centered and energized than in a long time. And I'm blessed with more than one person can ever rightly expect in one lifetime. And I now possess the wisdom to observe a nanosecond longer than I would have 20 years ago before jumping headlong into a new adventure. Which means many less mistakes but still the desire to stretch and grow and be better and more open and generally less judgemental and overall more accepting and mostly, mostly, knowing that this gift of life is precious and special and mine to experience any way ...

Funny walking and smoke

I've become one of those walking women I used to make fun of. You know the ones I mean, they walk fast and they pump their arms in what, from the outside, appears to be an exaggerated way. I'm one of them. Old knees have forced me to become a funny walker. But I have to say, after three days of just walking? I'm feeling like I'm doing something, not just compromising. That funny arm pumpy thing, multiplied by a million, which feels like the number of steps I take in my 3 mile morning walk, seems to work the arms and get the heart rate up a bit. But the smoke from the wildfires in Arizona? Killing us. All of us. Everyone here has headaches and stingy eyes and we're all a little more on edge than usual. Even for a Tuesday in a week with no holidays.