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Slow Down, Spring (But Hurry Up, Spring Weather)

For the majority of March, this was the refrain in my head:

"After April 8th, I'll have time for _____/I'll sort out my thoughts on _________/I can get together with _________."

Then April 6th arrived, and I realized that the next 48 hours were about to be insane. And the other side of April 8th was not a serene and barren landscape. It was a surprisingly full and active calendar of deadlines, more school, and socializing.


So I've spent the past week doing things, and as the long weekend approaches, I'm (fittingly) thinking about how to reset and slow down.

On Thursday, my amazing roommate and friend-for-life and I are going out of town for a day of relaxation. And, I expect, much thinking. It's been a few months now since I started out with my "Recipe for a Well-Ordered Life," and I'm looking forward to checking in on how it's going and what tweaks I can make to move out of the old habits I'm sure I've fallen back into...yet I don't feel afraid of discovering I'm a complete failure, or deciding this level of intentionality is too difficult for me. I love that this plan feels exciting and life-giving to me.

The end of the semester and this first year of grad school feels like an appropriate time to do a little self-reflection. Fitting that it's also corresponding with Easter. I just wish the next semester hadn't already started...

(My next post will be about my summer semester. It is a post I have actively been avoiding since December.)

two final thoughts:
  1. This weather. Harumph. That is all.
  2. My friend Kirsten and I have just decided that we need more time, and are going to insert an extra week into the month of April. After April 30th will come the 31st through 38th, so please do not be surprised to see these dates on correspondence from me.


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