Last month my mother said, “You’re too stressed at work.”
How did she make this conclusion?
“You haven’t been posting on Facebook or writing on your Lucinda thing.”
Yes, stuff and this and that have kept me more than busy, where stuff and this and that mean work.
Dropped my focus on health and well-being, dropped my blogging, even too exhausted to read. And then time passed and it just seemed too hard to start writing.
Rachel at Book Snob says it better than I could even think it. And my apologies for the poorly constructed asides.
“So, it’s December. Already. I’m sure I’ve read somewhere that life appears to speed up as you get older. [Yes it does, dear Rachel, but not only seems, it scientifically, actually does.] … Life just slips through my fingers like sand, and I am left at the end of a week, wondering how it can possibly be Sunday already all over again.
“One of the many joys of being a teacher is that no day is ever the same, but unfortunately each day is also a manic maelstrom of activity that sucks you in as soon as you step over the threshold at 8am and doesn’t spit you out again until late in the evening, when you emerge, slightly shaken, slightly confused, and wondering where the day went, and why you still have a pile of marking on your desk. … The speed of the day, and the pressure of having to perform, [having to make hundreds of decisions a day, piles of pointless paperwork and dealing with dickheads (parents, not kids.)].
“Reading has gone out of the window, because I’m finding it really hard to concentrate on anything. I’ve spent plenty of lovely weekends doing interesting things .., but I can’t find the energy or the creativity to write about them. .. So, this is just to say, I suppose, that I am here…just about, but you’ll probably have to wait until the Christmas holidays before you get anything like a decent post out of me. Hopefully I’ll have cheered up by then.”
And here it is. It’s Christmas. And I’ve cheered up. Took me a bit to get my tree done, and I didn’t put up all my decorations. But I have definitely cheered up.
A tree in lights! So cheering.
And you know, being away always reminds me of the Will and Grace episode, where the two have drifted apart and Grace doesn’t know Will has been off dairy for two months. The message: you have to share the little things, the minutiae of life, and share it regularly, so connections and friendships are sustained. So stay tuned for more pointless blithering.