I was looking at my calendar and trying to figure out when my person and I could meet up again.
We had just had a really nice re-connecting after my lapse in being available over the past week with it being my last school weekend of classes.
I asked if we were going to go back to our regular schedule and that would have meant meeting up next Thursday.
Except.
HOLY SHIT.
Next Thursday I fly out to New York for some well deserved rest and relaxation and as much modern art as I can get my paws on.
The Whitney.
The Guggenheim.
The MOMA.
Walking the Highline.
Walking around Brooklyn.
Doing the deal, because it’s awesome fun to do that in other cities.
Sunshine on my face and spring/summer time dresses.
OMG.
I am almost there.
I still have so far yet to go though it feels ages away instead of just around the corner and maybe it’s time to unearth your carry on, except, well, I won’t because I know how to travel and I know how to pack.
I mean, come on, I went to Paris for six months with this same roll on luggage and my bicycle in a box, I can do New York packing for four days in a matter of minutes.
The packing will not be the issue.
It will be getting all my papers, posts, and final exams done.
I have no juice left in me today.
The affects of the weekend of school and two back to back slumber parties has me all tuckered out.
There wasn’t, um, heh, much sleep at my sleep over last night.
My.
Though.
There was fun.
And every once in a while I would catch myself walking around at work gob smacked and silly, with a grin splashed across my face.
I actually kept it pretty well together, all things considered.
The red eye from Trouble Coffee did not hurt, and it was fun to be in my neighborhood on a Tuesday and instead of doing my little morning routine, going out with my company and grabbing some coffee and then catching breakfast at the Sea Breeze Cafe up the street.
Totally felt like a tourist in my own hood.
It was awesome.
And.
Since I will be a tourist again soon, in a hood all the way across the country, I do need to take care of organizing my time.
Tomorrow I get up and do my morning routine and then I start sorting through my notes and my readings for the appropriate topics that I will be covering for my class The Clinical Relationship, wherein I will be writing a ten to twelve page paper on the topics of transference and countertransference in the dyads that I worked for the class–12 sessions, 12 pages.
I can do it.
I have done all the reading.
And I take great notes.
Ask any of my classmates.
I am a good little school girl.
I figure once I have my notes organized and the supporting reading references to back up my experience with theory the actual paper itself will take me about three hours to write.
Maybe four if I include working up the reference page and doing a couple run through edits.
I’ve got a half day Friday at work.
Thank God.
I have a doctors appointment at 4p.m.
I figure I’ll be out by 5p.m. back home in the hood before 6 p.m. and I’ll grab some Thai Cottage take out and start the writing.
Or.
Better yet.
Finish the writing.
Because I do actually plan on starting the paper on Thursday.
I, ahem, have another date tentatively scheduled for Friday and may well be, well, er, heh, occupied for the later part of the evening.
Happily so.
It will be my moment of celebrating having that paper written.
Saturday I’m pretty open, I’m assuming I’ll be a little sleep deprived for part of the day, but I will still be showing up to meet with my person as per our usual at Tart to Tart at 12:15p.m.
Then maybe a little nail spa action or something else, not sure what, don’t have to figure it out now.
There will be reviewing material for my Ethics class and prepping for the take home exam Saturday, who knows, maybe I knock it out and do it Saturday as well.
Sunday I’ve got a couple of ladies in the early part of the day and then my Psychodynamics paper if I still have any stuffing left in me.
If not.
A day of rest, an hour of doing the deal in the evening and I’ll knock out the last paper in the mornings before work next week.
I want to have it done by Wednesday.
No matter what.
I am not going to New York with a Psychodynamics paper on Lacanian theory still to do.
I am just not going to.
I want to be free and clear to travel and not have any papers.
I have one more big push.
I can do this.
I did it before going to Burning Man last year–what did I write, six papers? Right after the 8 day long retreat, aka “bootcamp.” And then I went to the event with a clear conscious and the ability to be fully present for the experience.
I did it before going to Paris at Christmas time as the first semester closed and wrote I think four big papers to finish out the coursework.
I will be able to do this last.
Especially since I am completely finished with all my readings.
Last semester I was still doing reading as the last weekend of classes came to a close and still had reading to do before being able to write those papers.
Plus.
And this is a big plus.
I really understand the material.
I had an “aha!” moment in Psychodynamics as the professor was giving her last lecture of the year on what I could write about and I scribbled down some ideas and approached the professor after class and got the thumbs up.
As for the big paper, again, just the showing up.
Just like everything else in my life.
Say yes.
Show up.
Watch the magic happen.
I am sure that I will feel some anxiety, I always work through a little as I prepare to write a paper, but having the promise of a date Friday night.
Well.
That helps.
Helps quite a lot.
I get to be a good school girl.
And.
Have fun.
Yes sir.
Let’s get this party started.
Auntiebubba 