Tuesday, April 7, 2009


Quite honestly, that is how the day feels.

I am consistently reminded of the long view over the past couple of days. One month until the end of the semester. Mere days until warm weather. One year until South Africa.

If you aren't a high anxiety person, you probably won't be able to identify with what I'm saying, but isn't it an exquisite feeling when you let yourself just be? I had this foreign impulse this morning that it would be simply fine to look slightly messy today. Earlier in the morning I had the impulse that my normally very long Tuesday would end up totally fine if I got up at 4 am, as my body was wanting to do, and started working on my paper. On my way to work, I felt certain that showing up three minutes late, with a warm cup of strong coffee and a chocolate muffin, would absolutely not end in cataclysm.

Exquisite is the only word.

LUE generally conspires to knock you flat on your ass when you feel certainty, but sometimes it's actual instinct, rather than reason that has set you on your path. Instinct knows when to lean into the cracks, as Bjork would put it.

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