Or more accurately writing. I am a procrastinator. I’m into some serious stalling, folks. I will end up playing with my felines, watching a video, reading an interesting bit, bookmarking a recipe, it’s endless the things I will do instead of the task at hand. I do not even use pinterest! I’m old school and slow in my distractions on and offline.
There is never really a good time for putting off work, I know that, but I have a knack for wallowing in my to-do lists at crunch time. For one thing, I found out I missed the application deadline for my dream school Anthropology undergrad program here in NC. So that was a thing, a little disheartening thing that happened.
Consequences are real. So are choices. Its something I am mindful of every day. I meditated on all the things I have built for myself here in Wilmington. I love my room, my cats, I have a pretty cool roommate most of the time. Maybe the universe is keeping me here for a little bit longer because there is room to grow.
I am also looking at it as a way to save up the money I may have used for another move, and instead use it for my graduate school adventure. I could end up in Austin, TX; London, England, or even potentially use it to backpack while teaching abroad. These seem more appealing to my semi-nomadic nature.
When I start to feel stuck I take a physical break, this usually means blasting some music in my room and having an impromptu dance party. Momo and Lima think I’m silly, but I feel like a goddess channeling my inner Queen Bé. Then I take a virtual trip as well, reading some of my favorite blogs, watching videos, or looking at the amazing things that pop up in my newsfeed. An old friend shared this lovely little essay, and I will now share it with you here.
So in line with my favorite magnet on my fridge, “Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again.” So I sit here now with my cat and kitten curled around me. I am working on one of the most important research projects of my life. It is coming out better than I could have imagined, I’m so excited.
I am also completing an application to Upworthy to become a curator. It’s like working for a virtual museum of activism. My social justice heart is skipping beats. I will continue to breathe and be grateful for these opportunities I am blessed with. It takes time and courage to accept where I am, but appreciating it will only open doors for me. I may not be at Wake Forest this time next year, but I’m okay with that. I could be the author of multiple, very successful socio-cultural ethnographies.
Ps. Hope you got to enjoy the full moon tonight! It is known as the wolf moon or moon after yule. It was a bit overcast here in Wilmington. Goodnight from Miss Lima Scout the kitten!