It has been quite some time since my last post. To be honest I have been a bit busy. This term I had two classes that I felt were disproportionately heavy in the workload. Too many projects and reports and not enough time or feedback from the teachers. I also have been very busy at home as I was a single dad for over a week while my wife enjoyed a luxury cruise. I have also been working on a doll bunk bed for my neighbor's daughter and planning a dress up wardrobe project for mine.
Maintenance around the house and finally getting to the back log of photos and videos from the holidays has eaten up the remaining bit of my days. I should be proud of all the things I am able to get done. I should take comfort in the fact that I am accomplishing more than most but all I can see is the mental list of all the other things left to do. As I get older and as I break down I also see all the things I used to enjoy doing like soccer slipping away.
Here is the catch though. I sit here, done with this term a few days early, because I put in the extra hours. I should take a break. I should start on the next task but instead I sit here torn as to which direction I should go. It makes me anxious. I feel my skin crawl. I need a cigarette. It is too bad I quit.
I will get over the initial indecisiveness and put my head down, barreling through to the next thing on top of my list, as I add three more to the bottom. It is what I do. I really should clean out the garden.
