Right now, everything is suspended in the air above me and I’m just waiting for someone to cut the strings, or for gravity to re-assert itself and then everything will come tumbling down.
And here I am, bracing for impact.
I set myself up for these things, of course. I create a set of personal, social, work, academic obligations and toss them willy nilly up in the sky hoping that everything will land in place. Sometimes I think that I can catch everything…
But of course you can’t, or you don’t, at least I won’t. Things will fall down. Teaching a novel I never taught before? Fall down. Taking two classes and reading young adult novels twice a week? Fall down.
I can tell this is happening because I’ve lost my impulse control. If I want to eat something, I eat it. If I want to play a game, I play it.
If I want to sleep all morning on a Saturday when I’ll be going to Chucky Cheese’s in the afternoon and thus accomplish not-so-much on a day I needed to get some work done?
I sleep all morning.
I won’t be able to sleep that much anyway, when everything hits. I guess that’s the nature of impacts.