TEASPOONS

hello friends.

i am at one of those points in the semester. one where i almost slip off the face of the earth for a bit, and you're not sure where i've gone or what's happened to me, though you shouldn't worry; inevitably, i'll come walking over the rounded horizon again when all the academic battles have been fought in who-knows-what-universe, and, won or lost, i'll come back thirsty and mentally wounded and will need your company.

please be there.

i won't have much time to post in the next while, but here's a thought for now:

we live a life measured in teaspoons

just another true thing i heard from gary schmidt—one of my english profs who holds much wisdom, grace, and, by far, the best stories.

we live a life measured in teaspoons

this made me sad, because i know it's true; our days are full of carefully measured minutes and lists, and this is especially true in the last weeks of school—the very last weeks of school i will have at calvin. inevitably, they are chock full of final projects, some which are simply hoops to jump through before i graduate, others which are supposed to be the most crafted essays and creative projects—ones that reflect all that i have known and learned over the past four years, and what, because of these years, i hold and believe.

there seems to be too much to hold and consider, then to figure out how to write about, and far too little time for it all to happen. teaspoons.

still, i am trying not to be snared in the nowness and listness of the next few weeks. because i do not want to look back and see how small and measured i've made my days, and how lonely, and how sad.