Decompressing

I know it's been awhile. I'm not sorry, a lot has been going on. I've been thinking a lot and working a lot and generally being a zombie like, exhausted, no fun kind of person, with spurts of trying to have fun so as not to disappear too much. I came out of the other end of report cards, IPPs and parent/teacher conferences. With Ed's help, I cleaned up home. I slept, sort of. And now, I'm trying to get ready to live again. Does this sound depressing? Maybe. It's something that admittedly happens every time the seasons change, I start thinking about where I am (in all aspects of the word) and wondering where I'm going or whatever. I guess it's a symptom of being in your 20s, or so it sounds. Everywhere I look around me I feel so blessed - great job, amazing boyfriend, gorgeous mountains all around me, delicious food to eat and a warm bed to sleep in. I can't help but feel, though, that something is missing. I don't know what. I don't want this to be 'it'... Even though 'it' right now is pretty amazing. I don't know, I'm rambling. I guess I'm mixed up. Me me me. Sorry.

Here's a list of things I hope to accomplish this weekend:

• laundry
• tidy up my classroom
  
• planning for next week at school
• make playdough (green, as per little Miss Parker's request)
  
• sleep
• grocery shopping
• possible snowboarding at Sunshine, solo

Here's a list of things that will probably happen instead:

• sleeping
• watching Grey's Anatomy on my computer
• reading the Globe and Mail
• watching a movie, maybe go shopping? buy pants that fit?
• drink coffee in a shop downtown
• call friends from home
• buy a new CD
• feeling guilty for not doing any of the things on the first list