How is it already approaching the last week in February? Holy cats! Where are the brakes on this thing? This parachute is a knapsack!
While my students were peer reviewing/working yesterday, I got the wild hair to get back on a bandwagon I’ve fallen off and gotten back on several times since first discovering it almost 10 years ago. I’ve decided that I need to learn to FLY again. It’s not that I feel disorganized or that we panic before hosting events (though we do, a little), I just feel like I need routine in my life again. That’s why I made the resolutions I did: to establish some routine and get back to what I love doing.
This isn’t going to be easy. I printed out calendars, at least through May. I’m working on a weekly schedule. Realistically, I don’t see this lasting long. But I’m going to try. This can’t and shouldn’t be a big deal. I can do this. I need to, for my man, for my kid, for me. I want to eradicate “lazy” from my existence.
Lawd, help me.