January 23, 2012

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  It is Monday morning and I am in class and it is pouring rain in January. I am sick. There is some sort of awful cold-type thing making its way through our house and today it has settled into my chest. Glory hallelujah. I have an hour left of this lecture and I’m disturbing everyone by blowing my nose. Sorry.

  It has been a hard few weeks. I am undeniably overcommitted and trying to make it all work, and I know I will find a way, because there’s always a way, but I’m afraid of doing too many things at the expense of doing any one of them well.

  I am learning how my days must go, how in the midst of all the big undertakings there must still be time for the little things I love so much, no matter how overwhelmed I feel by certain tasks. I will not lose time for writing letters, for drawings, for reading, for walks. I am considering this term an exercise in discipline, in quiet joy.

  Quiet joy because quiet is the only way I know how to do anything, not because its stillness makes it somehow less.    

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