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!
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