I miss blogging. There probably isn't a day that goes by that I don't have at least one if not two or three thoughts that could each inspire a reasonable blog post - and I didn't even write Nate's 2 1/2 year post yet... but time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping... into the future? No, not so much. Into my job, my second job, and I would say grad school but I've been neglecting that entirely. (Bad, bad, bad.) It's my day job, my online tutoring 2nd job, and housework. Ridiculous.
My job has been busy and frustrating in a lot of ways, but I'm strongly committed to not talking about work in a disparaging way online since I think it's not a very smart thing to do. Everyone has complaints about their jobs and in some jobs some complaints are standard (meetings suck, travel can be annoying, grading papers or writing lesson plans is time-consuming and frustrating) but complaining about those things rarely feels constructive to me. Two days ago I read an old post I wrote when I first got this job and all the hopefulness I had, all the potential I believed there was - it made me break down and sob because none of it has come to pass. All the things I thought would be great have either turned out to be false or have changed since I first started my job four years ago. I haven't ever held a job this long without any type of advancement/promotion and it's beginning to crush my soul.
I adore grad school and continue to feel sad that my second run through isn't as lovely as my first was, where I was in school full-time and working as a TA. That sort of life wouldn't be feasible for me now (hello bills, child, etc) but the way in which I was allowed to focus on grad school AS my job then was just beautiful and there isn't a week that goes by that I don't miss it. I pretty much suck as a student now because I just cannot put in the time my work deserves/requires. I feel like the grad school equivalent of the students I tutor at work and I don't like it.
I just need more time... or less to do. Not having my weekends 100% free for grad school work doesn't help. My weekends are 100% Nate - and while I love it, it doesn't get my work done. And this spring I'm supposed to finish my final paper for my Ed.M., which is in essence my dissertation proposal - so, you know, no small potatoes. I'm going to have to figure out some kind of miracle this spring in order to pull this off.
The nice thing is, though, that I've been able to put all of this stress aside a lot of the time and enjoy the here-and-now when it presents itself. Thanksgiving was really enjoyable yesterday - just sitting with my family and eating and talking and laughing and playing with the kids. And I'm excited for Christmas this year, more so than I have been the last two years. We're no better off financially than the past two years, so maybe I'm just getting used to it, I don't know. But I'm feeling Christmas-y and looking forward to putting up our tree this weekend, especially since it's the first year Nate will really enjoy it AND (hopefully) not have the impetus to wreck it.
And I just really need to write more. I have this tiny little dusty corner of the Intarwebz for myself; I should make use of it.