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Today’s blog post…
It’s not about the seventeen to-do lists that circle my brain but haven’t made it to paper and, therefore, remain undone until that happens.
It’s not about the increasingly bizarre and haunting dreams I’ve had as of late.
It’s not about the insight I’ve recently had about why I did next to nothing for schoolwork between eighth and tenth grades.
It’s not about the multiple mess-ups I’ve had today regarding meetings and scheduling and class visits.
It’s not about the guilt and obligation I feel, having stepped away from my own writing lately.
It’s not about the myriad baking projects I would love to take on, if only I felt like I had the time and could guarantee said baking projects would leave my home post-haste.
It’s not about the excitement I’m feeling over an initiative I’m leading, one that has aligned my purpose and practice, one that has allowed me to return to this school year energized rather than deflated.
It’s not about that one library book I still need to pick up, if only I could find my library card.
It’s not about the joy-sadness-relief-emptiness I feel upon having the nest once again empty.
It’s not about the various joints and muscles that give me grief and make me wonder if they bother me because I’m working them through exercise, or just plain getting old.
And it certainly isn’t about the frustration and anxiety of getting to the end of a blog post, of finishing what I’ve said, and having no wise, pithy, nod-your-head-in-agreement way of wrapping it up with a bow.