Monday March: Happy New Year

 

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Woke up and remembered it's a Monday. Take that printout. Get it signed. Collect assignments. File documents. Talk to X. Revert back to Y. Corrections. Make a folder and save some photographs. Get that draft email checked and signed. Ask Z about that fund requisition. Sign more papers. Plan an event. 

Tick stuff of the list and hope for happiness. Or a little peace. At home and in the world. Do I need to build a wall around my mind? Have never been very good at it.

51 more Mondays and then there will be another year. Same old cycle. September to December is stressful, but fun. Rehearsals. Chaos. Stress. Teamwork. Seeing something tangible slowly come to life. In 2024 we staged A Midsummer Night's Dream. This year we might do a musical. But that's a far way off, right now. Right now we have a cycle of endless exams and invigilations and evaluations and uploading, just getting into gear. Don't get me wrong. I don't hate my job. Okay maybe I do. But on somedays I love it. I love the agency it gives me. And I love the relationships forged in the fire of doomsday deadlines. I certainly love the subject I teach.

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What I wish for is a little more agency. A little less of pointless repetition. A little more emphasis on the people, a little less of it on the rows and columns and numbers. But no one's listening to me anytime soon, so we keep calm and carry on.

Do I have hopes in the new year? Maybe. But I am done reading horoscopes. I am done with expectations. Nobody's got time or space for waiting in their to-do-lists. This is my other list. My private and personal list of things to do, to feel truer to myself. I guess I did make resolutions, despite what I said about them.

Will I be able to keep to them? Here's to trying and trying again.

Happy New Year. 

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