These Days
February 23, 2011
I talk and talk and talk everywhere I go despite the busyness of all that is going on around me, and yet when I have a spare moment at the end of my day to sit down and write a little, I am blank. Tabula Rasa.
- I’m sorry, this is not actually a spare moment, I’m in Theology class right now -
Oh boy, would I love to skip back to Christmas Break when I really understood what it meant to “plan your day”. What is it about my brain that cannot focus when it’s ready to participate with my fingers on the keyboard? When I come home after a day of counseling, I have a million thoughts I spit up on Reid. What is it about this moment? The professor’s babbling about something I believe could be stated in 15 minutes instead of 3 hours? Maybe. The uncomfortable chair and my stomach cramps? Maybe. The obnoxiously loud clicking from the lady next to me who types like a monster? I’m sure that’s part of it. (Now that I am more observant of my surroundings, I just had a fantastic spotting of a young man meticulously biting apart a Taco Bell…bean burrito? He probably ordered it WITH onions. Gross.)
