This year is packed to the max. The penultimate has passed, and now all gears must run in overdrive. People who started college with me are now in the real world, in grad school, in careers, in Germany, etc. and whatnot and so forth. Meanwhile, I plow forward here in beautiful Fayetteville with a hazy future and a to-do list that could crush a toddler.
Yet, I have peace.
So much peace. The real kind. Tranquility in excess, I'd say, and I haven't even made it to yoga class. The Lord has been so good to calm my ragged mind and soothe my perfectly-capable-of-being-ridiculously-anxious soul.
I find it difficult to be worried in a hammock, similarly to how I believe it impossible to play a ukulele and be sad. Consider Tiny Tim, for crying out loud!
Time has been quite an intriguing commodity in my life. Some hours stretch out their legs and trample all over my ability to resist checking my watch, others pass too quickly to be noticed. Days and weeks breeze by, but the month is never-ending. I count down the days until fall break with an iPhone app with seemingly static numbers, yet deadlines approach with unceasing ferocity.
So it goes. And goes. And goes. And goes some more.
Until then, andiamo.
Andi-freakin-amo.