Fridays are good days. Even when they are bad days, they are good days. Thursdays can be good days too, if there's no school on Friday. Oh and Mondays too, if it's a long weekend.
I'm going to go ahead and do myself and my adoring audience the favor of writing on Fridays. Because they are good days. I can't promise Thursdays or Mondays, but Fridays I can do.
While I cannot announce a "hard" launch (my husband's in PR), consider this the announcement of a "soft" launch of my new creative endeavor: hippillow.
I should have some stuff up in the shop by the end of the weekend, whereupon you can tell everyone you know and their dog.
This is what I've decided to do to stay sane. This next semester, starting on Feb. 5, holds in store a LOT more lesson planning for an AP Human Geography course as well as two College Prep Geography courses. This semester with all it's ups and downs at least had a somewhat scripted curriculum, enabling me to basically go home after school and do nothing. Nothing became taxing. After a day at school my coping mechanisms told me to curl up into a ball, rock back and forth, pull out my hair and watch HGTV or Law and Order: SVU. You'd think that'd be fullfilling. Well that and cooking dinner and conversating with my husband. You'd think, but not entirely. I needed something to counteract my free fall into the vast abyss of public education, hurtling into darkness and an uncertain death. Everyday.
Okay, so teaching isn't the end of the world. I can do it now. I mean, I can do it without casualties. The body count was a little high there for awhile, but now we're just losing fingers and toes. It's just not exactly what I'd call rewarding, satisfying, or even fun. Nothing beats the satisfaction of waking up at 9am, eating waffles, going to class, eating chicken strips and French fries, taking a nap, surfing the Internet all afternoon, eating chocolate cake for dinner, picking up a book, looking at the cover, putting it down, watching TV, going to sleep and doing it all over again. But, I had to leave college at some point.
So, now I make things. With my hands. Not like how gorillas in the zoo make dung balls with their hands and throw them at taunting onlookers, but close. It feels that good.