We're in for change

I feel the great need to catch my breath.  Life has been pretty ADD lately, what with work and work and student teaching and all the happenings in and of the world.  I feel like I'm sort of floating through life, not in the sense that I'm on cloud nine hovering above it all, but in the sense that everything zips on by and I'm missing out on something.  And I have that hollow sort of feeling, like I'm empty enough to just float away.  I'm not unhappy, I just feel unfulfilled and sort of empty, like I don't really have a reason to get up in the morning.  I also have this need to put the brakes on life (I could use some serious time away) yet also an urge to fast forward to May, where I think (presumably falsely) that I would feel different.

Someone told me not too long ago that my whole being seems to scream transition, in the sense that I am almost visibly waiting for change. 

And so instead of catching, I hold my breath, as it seems the next best option.


And so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.