Good morning, dear readers!
I’m so grateful to each and every one of you for sticking around. Huge thanks for the awards, laughs, tears, and encouragement! I love this little corner of the universe to death, and I’m infinitely grateful to it. Things have been a bit nuts, so I just wanted to take a second to let you know what’s going on here. As I’m plummeting into the Year of the Homework, you can expect long stretches of no-posting, but hopefully I’ll still be able to read some of your spectacular pieces.
In addition to my unreasonable teachers’ demands, feis season is looming overhead, and I’m basically putting myself through boot camp every spare moment I have. I mean that literally, guys.
You’d be amazed by the number of dance steps I can do while tying up my hair in the morning. (You may not, however, be amazed by my hair’s appearance…) If I don’t place in at least one category, we’ll have a problem.
Due to the great fun (*sarcasm*) of balancing school work, volunteering, my club leadership roles, dance, and all the other random crap I get stuck with, unfortunately Moxie in the Making will be forced into last priority. I don’t like it, but that’s how it is at least for a few months. If I’m posting more than weekly, someone should probably yell at me, because there’s no legal way for me to post frequently and keep up with everything else I should be doing. As it is, I’m typing this up at super speed in a study period before I do my actual work. You’re welcome, friends. This is love.
The moral of this roughly-composed story is that I love you, and if you miss hearing from me, know that I miss spending time with myself and all of you, too. My schedule is not very conducive to breathing or just being with all the important people in my life. I’ll be back soon, but, in the meantime, I need this leave of absence for my sanity. If I were posting, you’d mostly be hearing about ignorant teachers and the ridiculousness of teenage girls all needing to go the bathroom together, and neither of those are particularly revolutionary topics anyway. Mostly, they’re just bitter and cynical and stressful.
I’ll be back once I catch my breath. I promise.
I just need to learn how to breathe. I’ll get there, guys; I always do.
P.S. For all of you lovely people who care about whether or not my schedule is healthy, let me put your concerns to rest. It’s not. But this is high school with six honors classes. It’s just something you have to get through, right? (Please say “yes.”) As far as de-stressing goes, my sister convinced me to try a restorative yoga class with her, but they kept telling me to keep my eyes closed and empty my mind. It made me really antsy and more stressed, because I couldn’t do either! I can’t NOT think, and I had to open my eyes to make sure I was doing everything right!! So, yeah, we’re going to go with the time management and dancing plan, not the deep breathing crap. That just doesn’t work for me.
P.P.S. I’m not proofreading this. Sorry, but I don’t have time!
“To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan and not quite enough time.”
― Leonard Bernstein
“I was a little excited but mostly blorft. “Blorft” is an adjective I just made up that means ‘Completely overwhelmed but proceeding as if everything is fine and reacting to the stress with the torpor of a possum.’ I have been blorft every day for the past seven years.”
― Tina Fey
“Reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it.”
― Jane Wagner