So the clocks sprang forward yesterday morning (which is always slightly odd, if you’re awake to catch it! I was emailing with my friend Anna back and forth, and the clocks randomly bounced from 12.59 to 2.00!). I remember when I was younger we loved when the clocks went back (extra hour clubbing / drinking / dancing. Woo!)…and hated when they sprang (because we therefore lost an hour). And here it certainly seems as though spring has sprung. It’s still Baltic – it is Scotland, after all – but it’s fresh and sunny and bright. I love the spring, it’s so full of hope and possibility and potential…plus it’s the season for twitterpating (TM Thumper), which can only be a good thing.
Here I am deep in my spring break, but am having a fairly productive time of it. Not productive in the “I wrote 4,000 words / settled a bank deal / marked a tonne of books / built some shelves” way…more in a “I’ve written lots of letters / caught up on reading / had coffee with a good friend / met my friends baby” way. And I think that way’s important too. I think that my personal and relational world deserves just as much, if not more, attention than my professional life. I am so priveleged to have a life full of people who inspire me, and entertain me, and challenge me, and I’m so glad when I get to devote time and energy to them.
Yesterday, I stopped worrying about something that had had me in knots (the peril of holiday time. Time to think). I’d really got in a fizzle about a boy (yes, I still call them boys. Is that bad?), but yesterday I had a real long think about it all, and sorted a few things out in my head. So now I’m clear on my feelings. Which is good. Still no idea what to do with said feelings though! Am such a wuss. Or maybe jusy really really really good at self-preservation ;).
Last few days in Scotland, few more friends and their husbands, babies, boyfriends etc. to catch up with, both up here and on the jaunt south. Then at the weekend a friend’s wedding (Yay Sophie!) – I really hope the glorious weather holds. Then a week of tidying and spring cleaning, which I’m quite looking forward to. Chores can be a pain, especially when I’m busy with work and things, but I’m looking forward to five days of cleaning and sorting and tidying, both at home and in my classsroom….always makes me feel a tonne more organised and together.
And then I can see what the spring and the coming summer might have in store…