Yesterday was the first time I had exercised in the four weeks since I started working on campus at Harding. Most things “me” had been submerged for the good of teaching.
Except that teaching’s hard. And endless.
But I don’t want to write about teaching here. It takes up enough of my life that I don’t want it to take this space, too.
All sorts of non-teaching things happened in the last month. I went to a club for the first time (dancing is so cathartic). I’ve neglected too many old friends (including one particularly unforgivable lapse).
I’ll write more when my life has more of a sense of balance — when it feels like I’m taking enough time for myself that I can invest some time here.
For now, I’m off to school.