A conversation we had a few minutes ago…

Hubby: What are you doing?

Me: Updating.

Hubby: What are you writing about? School? Work?

Me: School. It’s ruining my life.

Hubby: Wow. So dramatic.

Lately, I’ve been having trouble writing. Could it be that all of my writing is spent on things like technical instructions, e-mail correspondence, and college papers that I have nothing left for my poor, neglected journal? That’s my suspicion, anyway.

Or perhaps it’s lack of energy at the end of the day to put pen to paper, I mean, fingers to keyboard? My brain feels exhausted and completely dry. Creative thoughts are few and far between these days. It appears that the daily grind is sucking the life out of my imagination and starving my Muse.

I keep thinking, once I am done with school I will have more time to do the things I want to do — like read a book for the sheer pleasure of it, aimlessly surf the web, watch TV once in a while, take up Tai Chi, go back to Okinawan dance practice, or maybe just relax? Graduation will not simply be a celebration of the attainment of my degree, it will be the day that I get my life back. Or at least my free time.

Supposedly, 4 more classes… and possibly 2 CLEP exams to take so that I can be done with my bane that is school. I know I shouldn’t have such a negative attitude about school; after all, I realize that it is a privilege that some people only dream of having. I have to keep reminding myself. However, there are times that school simply tests the limits of my patience and sanity. Like right now, when all I can think of is being done.

Did I mention? Group work sucks.