where am i
Some days I know where I am and why. I know who I am. I have a purpose. Some days nothing makes sense. Today my mind is scattered – responding to different on-line groups, procrastinating some big projects, half-way through editing a friend’s article, drinking coffee and not water, still not ready for my parents’ visit, avoiding calling the insurance company, twiddling my fingers until my appointment with the reproductive endocrinologist on June 5.
It’s been a few weeks since I have read an ICAN post. It’s been a few weeks since I have worked through my usual google updates. Perhaps the shift from professor to simply mom and wife has thrown off other aspects of my routine.
Then again, it is more than time to begin establishing new habits.