I am in my second week of the semester and I should start to feel like I am settling into my routine, but I am not. I am still wigged out about my Tuesdays and I love my Thursdays, and my Fridays overwhelm me in a completely wonderful way. 3L. That means the bar is just around the corner. Thanks for reminding me. Jerk.
I have been missing Rob with some sort of terrible ache because I just haven’t seen him. Sure we “see” each other but I haven’t had a talk with him for days and days. I feel like I am constantly flying from one place to the next. In a suit, no less.
This weekend is Labor Day so I am hoping for some peace and calm, but I think I am going to get a face full of anxiety. Rob and I are taking a new Bible Study on Sunday mornings and it is a good time for me to just sit down and breathe. I am hoping Rob and I can do breakfast after that and leisurely look at each other’s faces again.
So much of me these last couple days has felt like I am using all my strength to push a boulder up a hill. My shoulders are tense and I am drinking too much caffeine. I have gotten myself to the point where I don’t know how to unwind myself. If I was 65 years-old I would say I had gotten myself into a tizzy. I am in such a blur that I have let my support network fall away.
So my goal for the weekend: Take a deep breath. Cut out the coffee. See Rob’s face for awhile.