Somedays life has a familiar rhythm, but lately I've been stumbling to an itinerant beat, wishing for (oddly enough) dependable consistency. Teaching allows for a flexible schedule every day, or rather, it has an erratic schedule you have to react to (classes get canceled, kids are suddenly sick, you have to sub for another teacher..the copier breaks, etc)...and with all the school vacations Spain has, you can never get in a groove. Just last week I was in Sweden and Germany, and now I'm back in Spain, which is not to complain, god no, traveling is a blessing, but I think that humans are meant to settle, meant to have a place in a community. Traveling is only fun when you can go home. But coming back to Malaga, my heart didn't rise to the heights I had thought it would...and my welcome back wasn't helped by the virus I seem to have caught at some point during the return journey...all this rambling is to say that, in trying to make good use of my time, but how do we make good use of our time every day? What does that life look like? Feel like? What is it like to go to bed on a Monday night knowing that I made good use of my time?
....not sure, but I've got plenty of time to think about it as I'm stuck in bed most of the day. Funny, staying in bed and thinking about watching the world go by is food for thought...and worrisome as I watch my life go by, and the only progress made is eating a PB sandwich.
Too much practice in being presence when you're sick. Ready to buck the mentality and embrace the physicality of being alive and having a body that is on board with living!
May you be well, and as my dear friend Bets reminded me, make good use of your time.
(thanks Bets for giving me something to write on and think about)
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