For the month of March, I am writing daily with Slice of Life bloggers. Adding daily writing to everything else is interesting. My busy brain is always overflowing. Now I’m working to hold on to a slice to remember. Read other slicer’s writing here at Two Writing Teachers.
Today I woke up groggy, my body and brain begging for more sleep. I don’t want to give in to fatigue.
Wanting to swim, I get my bag and in 10 minutes I’m out the door. Traffic lights are the only thing that disrupt my drive.
I think as I hurtle down the street, this has got to change. I keep adding to the “to do” without taking anything away, except sleep.
I’ll shave a bit off the workout, I think. I‘ll leave 15 minutes early.
Pool time provides a rare opportunity: I don’t think. My mind turns off, and I just go.
The back and forth, lulls my brain into a state of calm. The water nulls out distractions and concerns. I suppose that’s why when I get to that moment, that moment I should get out, that I don’t. Just one more, because I’ve forgotten all those thoughts I had on the way here.
It isn’t until I’m on my drive home that I remember and think. I calculate my time.
I turn off of one busy street, onto a less busy street, surprised by pedestrians in my car-oriented world.
Up on the left I spot a drive-thru Starbucks. I love this spot. Terrible me. It’s decadent. I don’t even have to get out of my car. Waiting in line, cell phone in hand, I read a post. I pull up. The face at the window is my former student Evelyn. We’re surprised to see each other, and we exchange updates on her and her siblings (they’re triplets). Her brother’s in the Marines; her sister’s in college studying acting. She’s in college too, English major. This moment made my morning.
Filled up with news and coffee, off I go with time to spare. I think about the day ahead and how to parse my school day. So much to do. I don’t want to give anything up. I just seem to think of more. Long gone is the grogginess of the first minutes of my day. Now I’m filled with all kinds of will dos and must dos. I know my plate is full. Too much
Tomorrow when I wake up, I’ll accept the fatigue as an outcome of me. This how I make things go, overflowing, too much.
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