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There hasn’t been much time for journaling or centering.  I’m reeling in a world that starts at 4:30 AM and ends when I drop.  Wrapping up a class of this magnitude is difficult.  Getting to work before 5AM is difficult.  I’m still blinking grit out of my eyes and trying to negotiate juggling a coffee mug, a healthy lunch, my umbrella on a drizzly fall morning.  Monday, Monday These weeks are the hardest.  I push myself into sickness over it sometimes.  But I tell myself that burning the midnight oil is essential, it doesn’t happen often and I can make it through this.  I still get home, cook dinner, baby wrangle until baby bedtime and then try to find the discipline to get back on the computer to work.  Hectic.  We’ll be done soon.  Three weeks.  I can see the light at the end of the tunnel But it’s not all about work, I guess.  Life continues.  I wonder some days how I hang on and then am thankful that even through I have a sensitive spirit, I am really steel wrapped in cashmere.  I feel alone a lot lately.  Like I only have my own resources on which to depend to make it through this difficult time at work.  Just keep swimming.

 No man is an island,
No man stands alone,
Each man's joy is joy to me,
Each man's grief is my own.

We need one another,
So I will defend,
Each man as my brother,
Each man as my friend.

(no subject)

There hasn’t been much time for journaling or centering.  I’m reeling in a world that starts at 4:30 AM and ends when I drop.  Wrapping up a class of this magnitude is difficult.  Getting to work before 5AM is difficult.  I’m still blinking grit out of my eyes and trying to negotiate juggling a coffee mug, a healthy lunch, my umbrella on a drizzly fall morning.  Monday, Monday These weeks are the hardest.  I push myself into sickness over it sometimes.  But I tell myself that burning the midnight oil is essential, it doesn’t happen often and I can make it through this.  I still get home, cook dinner, baby wrangle until baby bedtime and then try to find the discipline to get back on the computer to work.  Hectic.  We’ll be done soon.  Three weeks.  I can see the light at the end of the tunnel But it’s not all about work, I guess.  Life continues.  I wonder some days how I hang on and then am thankful that even through I have a sensitive spirit, I am really steel wrapped in cashmere.  I feel alone a lot lately.  Like I only have my own resources on which to depend to make it through this difficult time at work.  Just keep swimming.

 No man is an island,
No man stands alone,
Each man's joy is joy to me,
Each man's grief is my own.

We need one another,
So I will defend,
Each man as my brother,
Each man as my friend.