It's that time of year again. It's the time of year when Provo maliciously tries to fool us poor California girls into the idea that spring is on the way and that summer is just around the corner. I went to school today wearing two layers, a sweater and beautiful leather jacket I found in Milan. Like a forming butterfly, I am eager to shed my cocoon of blankets and coats that have been swarthing me all January long, but the cool winter wind whispers "Not yet" in its pervasive chilling tone and I am obliged to bear my winter cocoon still.
Its also the time of year when my brain starts to settle down after the introduction of new classes, new buildings, and new people. After many failed attempts to juggle homework, my two jobs, and my roommates, I'm finally discovering the complex pattern that keeps all my commitments aloft at the same time without me straining a ligament in my hands that are furioiusly moving to make sure a ball doesn't drop. And yet, as I attempt to support my precious balance I have created this semester, my brain surges ahead and connivingly tells me that I'm not doing enough, and that I, of course, have time to take on that Honors Student Advisory Council or start another writing project for Insight, when, in all reality, I most definitely don't. And so, I tell my mind to take some time off, that it should stop its incessant dialogue so that I can concentrate on my academic projects and classes. It kind of works.
I've been so busy that time is flying by me at wicked speeds. January is dwindling to a close. How did that happen? It seems only last week that I was packing my bags after Christmas in California, ready, even if a little unwilling, to start the new semester. Now, February stands ready on the horizon. Time is slipping through the cracks at a steady pace. As the individual grains slip through the hourglass, my time this semester is waxing. Let's hope I can delve deep and bring that depth to the light to make the most of each seemingly insignificant grain.
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