I don't need to do the math for you, but I'm going to anyway. It has been 4.5 years since I added a blurb to this website. One week after I posted the last note on this page, I started an undergraduate program for the fourth time. In 2020, I finished the program at long last. Thank the good Lord. And I mean that. You know what 2020 was like.
Although it feels like another lifetime on another planet, if I close my eyes and slow way down I can sink into the feeling of being on the cusp of change in 2018. I was 97% hopeful and 3% terrified. I didn't know how I would juggle all my responsibilities, which were sure to grow in number and weight (they did), with my joys. I have kind of sort of managed it, though I must tell you, I'm a little worse for the wear. Inside and out. Maybe you are, too?
On the cusp of another change, I'm finding myself chanting an edict to myself that goes something like
slow, slow, slow
No, really. Slow. Slow. Slow.
I am trying, but the impulse to run hard is strong. Of course the only thing to do about that is to
practice, practice, practice
softly, and begin.
Hi! It's me, Anna.
Leaving these musings here for you and me both.