No idea what to title this entry, but I feel a need to write SOMETHING to mark the day before I have to turn in my dossier to a community of my peers. I have approximately 24 hours (32 hours, minus a few for sleep, a few for eating, taking care of A and driving back and forth from home to daycare to work, etc.) Wouldn't you know it--as a more subtle woman would say, "my monthly visitor arrived today."
I was thinking on the way home from daycare this morning--I just want a future and a schedule that I think I can manage. If I can get that, I probably still won't be able to manage it, but at least I'll be in the ball park. When I look into the next few months, I don't see manageability. After I get past this review, that will be my task. Making concerted efforts to see and create manageability in my life. Ebb and flow baby. Talk to me next week and I'll probably be talking about how I just HAVE to add one more thing to my plate. I'm out to prove myself wrong about that.
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- Hippy-spawned African American Yankee. Now living in the Deep South. Fighting addiction to fried pork chops. Trying to make tenure. Trying to annihilate last molecule of sanity by contemplating second child, a writing life, and the idea of “coming out” as a feminist Buddhist in the Bible Belt.
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