Quiet time isn't what I'd like it to be just yet. I have gone back to teach Intro to College Writing (aka, Comp 101). There's three days a week blown to bits (plus the grading and prep). So, okay, I get Tuesdays and Thursdays, not to mention weekends. Actually . . . not only am I going back-to-school as a professor, I am mid-semester in my grad program, so Tuesdays and Thursdays are writing days. But wait, don't I have evenings and weekends? Ah, yes, well this year I gave up the PTA and added a Writing Festival to my list of volunteer responsibilities. It's not terribly time-consuming, but it also isn't happening for two months and I have to put the program together! Let's not forget the freelance work. This month I volunteered to write not only my regular column, but an additional article to promote a friend's business. I don't mean to sound complainy. When my husband asked when I could clear of my stacks of books and papers off the desk in the family room, however, I nearly broke down in tears. Each stack represents each activity to which I am obligated, each persona that currently defines me. What am I supposed to do without the stacks?!?!
With the kids gone, I also have more time to feel the anxiety of my responsibilities. I hear the voice in my head saying, "Now you're not only responsible for your two kids, but the 46 first year students in your classes! Wheeeeeeeeeee!"
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