Adulting is hard work. I feel like there is always something to occupy my time, thoughts, and energy. What was life evern like before my endless to-do lists, late nights, or things hanging over my head? I'm not even sure I remember such a time (I've always been a compulsive list make - it shows through in my writing). Is there a way to get back there, though? Back to taking time to read a book without feeling guilty. Back to when saying yes to a social invitation didn't mean saying no to grading and/or sleeping. Back to not knowing about bills, or moving, or to-do lists.
And something, will I look back on this year and say, "How do I get back there?"