2003-04-27 - 12:40 am
I thought about writing a long story on how easy I have been finding transitional phases and how I suspect that it is something that comes with age and experience just like wrinkles and metaphors, but I can't seem to yawn wide enough and my eyes are getting heavy.
This has been a very long week, packed with so much activity that I hadn't realized it was over until now. Potluck parties, late afternoon knitting, days spent in the sun reading, working shift after shift. Everything seems to be running smoothly; I'm running smoothly. I'm not bored but I'm not rushed, just ticking away at an even speed. It's an interesting feeling that I haven't felt for a while. Sort of like swimming in the deep end of the public pool on Mundy Pond Road, suspended between the bottom and the surface and watching bare legs kick by. A calm, cool, steady kind of feeling despite the weightlessness caused by boyancy.
I'm happy with my new job—happy that I get to interact with people on a somewhat daily basis and to feel of some use. Even today when the mall was deserted because of the weather and the stores started to close early, I was happy to be there vaccuming the floor. I've realized that I need to be put to work, my hands must be moving in order for my mind to settle down. Though a paycheck is the main reason for working, I think my need to occupy myself almost outweighs it. I'm a hazard to myself if I'm left alone with nothing to do, but I've already said a lot about that before.
So, I've been reading nonstop and started to ride my bike again. I've been knitting and watching the local news. I've been listening to Dusty Springfield and Ella Fitzgerald in the car (because when current trends suck buckets, one has to go back to the basics). I've gone out with friends, talked on the phone, and watched movies. Drank lots of water and eaten about three pounds of strawberries all in the last week. My mind has been empty from excessive thought and I couldn't be happier because this kind of occupation does wonders for my health.
I won't set my alarm tonight and sleep until my body refuses any more. I'll wake up with a cup of tea in the kitchen, read until I've drank three cups and bake cookies in the afternoon. And maybe, if I'm ambitious, I'll finish all those lingering projects before I head to bed again. Yea, maybe.
This year feels so much better than all the rest so far. I feel so much better.
