Tonight was my last night of class for two weeks. Tomorrow night I'll be able to be home from work by 6pm and not have to drive anywhere or learn anything or critique or workshop or anything. I am ecstatic.
Two advanced writing classes along with the play and a teaching overload has thoroughly kicked my ass. I'm keeping up, but barely. I know that I'm not doing my best work, and it's a good wake up call for me that just because I know that I can do each element doesn't mean I can do them all at the same time.
Everything is going so well for me right now--I feel like I have everything I need in place to be successful...like if I could freeze life at this moment, it would be perfect. But, I need to make sure, too, that I allow myself time to enjoy myself. For some reason I decided that this fall I was going to see just how far I could push myself before I broke. Thank goodness Thanksgiving is coming up--two days off and a week off of writing classes--because my breaking point is close.
Because of Operation: DBH (formal announcement will be made on Nov. 19), it looks like I'm not going to be able to continue my Yoga into the winter. I'm really bummed and I'm going to try to make it work. I would almost rather sacrifice a small part of Operation: DBH. I'm already sacrificing spring writing classes--there's simply no way to fit either poetry or fiction into my schedule.
So, I'm going to use this break to re-center myself a bit and get my focus back. Maybe find some time to give thanks, as well.