I am very thankful that I took Thursday - Saturday to get away to NYC with Chitunga and the Writing Our Lives conference, because the rest of this week (my Spring break) is simply flying by.
I went into the office today after the storm to get much needed work done, when I learned that the office will be closed for the next few days with no electricity. Ugh. I will work from home or in other buildings on campus, but I'm very aware of the moving clock and the fact that 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and 365 days a year are not enough time to accomplish everything that is on the to-do list.
I try not to panic. I breathe in, and I breathe out.
Of course, I also dream. I dream of having the salary of others...I dream of distributing my salary, Oprah style, so that others can have opportunities in this world. I dream of working hard, but also finding time to talk on the beach and enjoy sunsets. I dream of a non-24-hour-news cycle.
Phew. In the time I just spent to write this, I lost how many minutes this morning.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, into the future.
It will all get done. It always does.
I went into the office today after the storm to get much needed work done, when I learned that the office will be closed for the next few days with no electricity. Ugh. I will work from home or in other buildings on campus, but I'm very aware of the moving clock and the fact that 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and 365 days a year are not enough time to accomplish everything that is on the to-do list.
I try not to panic. I breathe in, and I breathe out.
Of course, I also dream. I dream of having the salary of others...I dream of distributing my salary, Oprah style, so that others can have opportunities in this world. I dream of working hard, but also finding time to talk on the beach and enjoy sunsets. I dream of a non-24-hour-news cycle.
Phew. In the time I just spent to write this, I lost how many minutes this morning.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, into the future.
It will all get done. It always does.
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