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On my walk yesterday, I forced myself to come to terms with how tired I’m feeling. I know by admitting this, I risk turning this blog into one of those early aughts Live Journal confessionals. And I really don’t want to do that, but I’m tired. People who follow this blog have a pretty good sense for why I’m tired. The last month of the semester was brutal: my dad’s passing, my book manuscript being due, and the usual end of the semester (and end of the academic year) push to get things done while looking ahead and ramping up for travel during my summer research leave. The texture of this fatigue is interesting though. For this week’s three thing Thursday, I want to try to disentangle it a bit. Thing the First Travel is always tiring and I’m not a great traveler. I get myself all stressed out about things that I can’t control in the week before I travel and fail to enjoy the miracle of air travel, the amenities of airports, or the careful vigilance of our safety and border control…

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