it was 10:30pm and i was ready to call it quits, throw in the towel, cliche, cliche, cliche…
then, as i braided my hair and read over “indirect aggression,” i got inspired. and now it’s 11:24 and i have a better sense of how i’m going to teach tomorrow, a sense i’m grateful for.
what would i do right now if i weren’t teaching? sleep more perhaps…or procrastinate more.
this second year of MDiv is like the second year of my english MA–i’m more settled in my surroundings, enjoying more in life yet restless, knowing this isn’t all there is, afraid of what more there is, dreaming of more, knowing i shouldn’t quit, wanting to quit…
when i’d rather cook a full meal and grade papers than do homework, you know something’s up!
