I'm not good without a focus. When I was five years old I got the chickenpox and I drove my mom crazy until she finally got some homework from my kindergarten teacher. I'm happiest when I am busy, and I am definitely not busy right now.
Today was the first day that Daniel was back at work and I am off from school. I have tried to make the most of it, but it has been kinda miserable. Although I tried to be prepared by buying a copy of Kathryn Stockett's The Help, today was still a jedi mind battle between me and the refrigerator.
I went on a walk this evening to try and clear my mind and come up with ways to survive the next six weeks until school starts. So far I don't have any bright ideas except to keep doing something, anything, even if it means I go on ten walks a day. I just can't fall into the trap of sitting around and feeling sorry for myself.
P.S> At least I'm reading something other than calculus textbooks again. I am already 200 pages into The Help and it is wonderful...highly recommended. It raises the bar for my next reading choice though so I hope it's not too hard to find the next read.
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