Sometimes, I sign into my WordPress account. While there, I check my stats, which are steady at zero views, and put together some notes about posts that I want to write. In three days – on May 1, 2014 – I’ll finally have the time to sit down and actually write something that I’ll be happy to publish. I can’t wait!
The last eight months, and the last six weeks in particular, have been rather stressful, and I’ve had to put aside blogging, in favour of learning how to teach prepubescent people. In retrospect, I should have kept up with blogging, and writing generally, because it’s something that I really enjoy. I mean, shouldn’t we be doing things that make us happy when we are stressed out?
The months of May, June, July, and August, are empty on my calendar, save a few important dates, and the sight of an empty calendar is nothing short of glorious. (I don’t have an actual calendar, but there is one in my mind.) Thinking about what I could do in all of that time makes me a little giddy.
I can’t wait to not feel late when I’m an hour and a half early. I can’t wait to wake up in the morning and uncap a fancy pen that I’ll use to write on nice paper. I can’t wait to not feel the pressure of ethereal time weighing down on me. I can’t wait to get a good start on the book that I’ve been pecking away at for over three years. Finally, I can’t wait to board that plane in September that’ll take me to London, England, where I’ll begin my career as a teacher.