Lull has sprung

Throughout college and later high school, it was often difficult to find motivation in the weeks leading up to spring break. Perhaps you can sympathize? Any snow/ice days out of school served as relentless teases of the temporary freedom to come. As that glorious week approached, my productivity waned, my energy collapsed, my distractions multiplied. Apathy reared its ugly head, and all usefulness seeped out of body.

But once break hit.. SWEET GLORY.
Sleeping in.
Justified Netflix binging.
Yummy foods.
TIME.

So much amazing time for trips or couches or hiking or craziness or laziness or whatever. Even last year when I spent a good portion of the break pounding out my honors thesis, having just a couple of days on the Outer Banks with Bryan were life-giving in a way even extended weekends rarely are. 

Sometime last fall it hit me that adult life generally doesn't include that fantastic period of time. How utterly dreadful it is to grow up.

Despite the lack of impending collegiate vacation, I've experienced a similar sense of lethargy in the past few days. It's as if my body has been programmed over the past five years (or I suppose 18 if you count pre-college) to anticipate, expect, and almost depend on the release of spring break. Frequently I've been checking my Google calendar and countdown app to view the days left until my short trip to Arkansas. It's become my fill-in spring break, and it's doing a lot to help me push through pre-break purgatory. 

I'm torn between feeling like a slave to this gift of a pattern and delighted that it still has presence in my life. The season of meh is strong enough that I don't care enough to figure out more feelings on this, but not strong enough that I'm not doing laundry or anything. Its probably fine. 

LAMBDA days until I get to Arkansas. 

(^That was absolutely not planned on the scheduling of this blog. But it makes me exceedingly happy.)