I am finding time management to be a challenge, and it doesn’t get easier. I’m beginning to wonder if maybe I like struggling with time management. Maybe it has become y status quo.
I just wanted to post something for Saturday, so here’s what I’ve got:
- King Corn is a documentary worth seeing — but prepared to be depressed
- My family and Brian make the best smoothies
- I need to take a look at constructive criticism, to study it, actually. It seems to be important and to keep popping up for me (in teaching and beyond).
- I’m excited about the growth of the Bolingbrook School of Metaphysics community.
- I had a badly needed heart-to-heart with Brian yesterday, in which I was reminded how much vulnerability (revealing your True Self) draws people closer together and is very sexy!
- I can’t stop time — yet.
- A bird was on my windshield. I don’t know where it came from. I was driving on the highway, and suddenly I was like: “Huh. Something is on my windshield. Did I leave with this on my car? Is it like a big pile of leaves? Let me run the windshield wipers. . . . Argh! It’s a bird! And it’s alive!” I drove along for a while (on the highway), not sure what to do. Finally, I pulled off on the shoulder to figure things out. Unfortunately, I had a huge skirt on that I had to work with, as I climbed over the passenger side of the car to avoid being mowed down by traffic. I slowly approached the bird and moved the windshield wiper away. Then I tried to shoo it. (Didn’t work.) It was able to move a bit and looked like its feet were fine, but it wouldn’t move from the car. I didn’t want to mess with the wings. I slowly moved my hand by its head. No response. (Brian said maybe the bird was in shock. I would be, too!) So, then I slowly scooped it up as if it were a baby chick, and put it down on the grass by the road. I left it standing there quietly, as I climbed back into my car and drove off.
I feel like there was some definite significance to this last one. I had just left the school in a funk, frustrated and depressed with my continuing battle with time (which my classmate told me is the problem — don’t “struggle!” Don’t “force!”) So, I’m feeling despondent, and I get a big bird in my windshield. If this were a dream, it would be something about spiritual thoughts being thrown into my field of awareness, or even at my physical body. I think maybe this is about faith. I need to carry on, and I need to have faith.