I am not in my normal place as I blog this, nor am I in my regular state of mind....(as if I even know what that is)....... Ever have one of those days that you just couldn't explain? I'm having a hard time finding the words to describe what could probably be seen as an ordinary day. It was ordinary and it wasn't at the same time. Nothing happened and everything happened. Sound confusing? Just try understanding it from my perspective!
Nothing horrible happened today....lots of good stuff that I take for granted everyday....regular employment, a wonderful husband that loves me, a daughter that thinks I'm the best, good friends who listen and give good advice, a car that runs, and apparently have enough money and brain power to be enrolled (and successful) in graduate school.
Then why such a weird state of mind? I don't know either. If you figure it out, please let me know!
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness...it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity...
I didn't say that, my boy Chuckie D. did, but it seems applicable.
i have those kinds of days too my friend.
the real question: will we make it until spring break? i'm unsure at this point.
glad to be linked.
you should write about cats.
Laura
I have an opinion of what I think it might be. I think you are funny and optimisitic, but I do believe your job is challenging. You are a wonderful teacher, but you always want to be better -- NOT that any of us desire to do the million things that make us better (WHO does??! Not ME! Night classes, degrees, research, reading, writing, doing), but you want to be better; however, all the tedious things you have to do/must do daily -- write lesson plans, grade papers to the max, collaborate -- those things take time, and they are draining.
Now...you've recently been encapsulated in the world of non-reality: Twilight. That's a place you totally enjoy being. Then, there's Monday morning in real life.
These types of juxtapositions can wreak a little havoc on the mind. It's the longing to be "somewhere else" all the while knowing "this is where I REALLY am".
Thus the joy of reading fictitious literature. It draws us in away from the 8:00 to 4:00, but at some point...we have to clock in again, and again, and again.
People get addicted...I was in a library last night listening to 3 women discussing their FAVE authors and desperately craving more books by them -- the book vs. the movie comments about each of their beloved authors. I think what you are feeling is common to others: possibly somewhat of a letdown from your Twilight Times of late, the end of winter, in need of Spring Break, only to realize that this pattern will repeat itself again.
Are you waiting for the next great book in a series to be published?
Do I sound negative? I don't mean to. Promise. It's just that I, too, believe I've gone thru these phases in the past. I actually gave up fiction and went totally for self-improvement type books. Geesh. Not much better in that department either.
SOOOOO...you asked. I answered. Be it all wrong? Possibly.
Those are my thoughts...dear, dear talented Tassie - The Conveyor of Thoughts like few others.
It should be against the law to leave comments as long as mine.
Shame on me!
Maybe it's gas.
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