Three weeks into the semester and all my good intentions have fallen away. Not that I wont be picking them up and trying again, but really, how hard does one have to get kicked in the behind? And really what was the lesson of this past two weeks about anyway?
I imagine that when the universe kicks you in the ass, there is some lesson you can learn or take away from it. Instead I just feel incredibly stupid, exhausted, and grouchy. Not the way I want to enter my 40th year. Perhaps the lesson is to stop procrastinating and pay attention to details. This would not be the first time that lesson has been painfully administrated, I have been taught that lesson, but somehow it still hasn’t sunk in yet.
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