Settling in Space and time- draft from August 2016. Part of a series to post raw, unfinished musings that never grew up into posts.
This post is fragmented thoughts and feelings I jotted down during the stretching transition out of my childhood home.
My desk moved in last week. little by little, I have been organizing, moving, adjusting. A few knick knacks from home, but not many, due to space concerns.
I list tasks, beginning is hard. It’s easier to do a task once started. I’ve learned to make small commitments.
There’s always someone to visit with over coffee, a sibling’s scratchy crayon drawing to praise, or baby to entertain. The chore list is never-ending, and the laundry, dishes, and sweeping always need some attention.
No routine exist in my new surroundings. Every minute spent is deliberately decided, rather than home where I would usually travel along the familiar tracks of routine. Aside from regularly scheduled work, I’m not sure what to do. 1030 am, and I have taken a walk, practiced voice, made two dishes, washed two dishes.
Free time young orioles down by the river. I have not honestly had a time where I was disappointed with the results of something I was working on, and not looked back and realized that it was not a lack of skill that caused it. Other things took priority I appreciate having a schedule filled with activities, and next year I have more blocks of time open. This is a little unnerving to me, and I would like to rush to fill the hours. Without I have new respect for the value of time. Prioritizing. I had to spend nearly two hours a week just organizing my coursework.
OVERHEARD – draft from August 2016
Dad: and if you get the hole dug, the sidewalk cleared and power washed, and the fenceposts put in before win tonight, then we can all go and get ice cream.
John to the boys: Run, you fools. (Only funny if you have seen LOTR)