Yesterday was my birthday and I didn’t celebrate. Instead, I drove home from New Orleans, where I had been pet-sitting, picked up my cat, and walked into the unpacked mess of my unpacked apartment. I am working on a large project that is pulling the weight of all my energy— so much so that I’m late turning in my syllabus for my fall class (starting next week) and behind on EVERYTHING. Including email responses, this newsletter, and exercise.
The good news?
I’ll be done soon.
For the rest of the week I am putting in 12 hour days finishing up some last steps (before the next steps) on this project. Then teaching begins, and I can get back to reading all the books for my PhD prelims. And back to this newsletter.
I’m okay with not celebrating my birthday this year, because the work I’m doing right now is building a more secure grounding for my future self. Next year I’ll be 45 and…I am going to celebra…
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