I will be very busy this month, almost entirely with
self-inflicted projects. An unrehearsed
Shakespeare, grad school prep, learning Arabic, keeping a workout schedule…plus
the show, of course – my actual job. And
now, I add 100words to the load.
I worry about the implications of that busyness. What am I hiding from? What am I not accomplishing? What things should I be doing instead? Is worrying on that list?
None of this, naturally, is helpful, and I feel sometimes
like I’m whining enough to be Princeton in Avenue Q (not a compliment). But there’s a saying about the unwhined life….