My days don’t have the unnatural repetition of “Groundhog Day” (which, interestingly enough, just happened), but my mornings are very much alike. This morning I thought about how we’ve ticked our way through all of January, and I feel as if I’ve hardly done anything. I know that’s not true; I’ve been quite busy all month. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that I feel like I’m still in the same place I was a month ago.
I’m not quite having a “Red Queen” experience (i.e. Running as fast as I can, but staying in one place (as if I need to explain the reference to any of you reading my journal!)). It feels more like the steady pace of the recreational marathon runner; not so fast that I can’t keep going for a long time, but still an effort. I have kept up on my weekly publications. I just haven’t gained much ground on the projects.
At one time in my life, I had Too Much Free Time. Really. Once I left work, I had neither obligations nor plans for filling my evening and weekend hours. I watched a lot of movies.
I really can’t complain, though; my extracurricular activities are all voluntary. I could quit them at any time. But that would be wrong.
Although I’d hoped to have some sort of brilliant insight from all this, but I don’t. I do know that the day is flying by, soon it will be time to go to bed, then the alarm will chant...