Rocky Start

So, I haven't been good about posting.  However, I have been GREAT at procrastinating.  I think that I have actually mastered that.  In middle school, I had a poster in my locker that said, "If it wasn't for the last minute, I would never get anything done!"  So true.

I am in week 4 of my 1,000 week journey to getting my Master's degree.  OK, I exaggerate.  Barely.  Well, it seems like it will take forever to get to the point where I am looking at this from the other side.  I have been working hard to find time for my school work (which incidentally was about 12 hours worth last week) with my need for doing nothing.  Nothing for me is really just staring at a computer.  Clicking links.  Hooked by AOL headlines.  I can be lost in cyberspace for hours.

It's been hard.  Besides the theory of leadership traits and the history of curriculum, here are a few of the more interesting things I have learned in week four:

1. If your loved one goes away for a long period of time, you can do this and end up looking like an idiot.
2. Patrick Swazey wrote "She's like the Wind" about his wife.  (They were married for 34 years.  Wow!)
3. There is gene therapy that has color-blind monkeys seeing color.  (I spent some time imagining a researcher interpreting oooh-oooh-aaaah-aaaah to mean YELLOW.)
4. If you are a college student, a samurai sword is the weapon of choice for deterring (and killing) a burglar. 

There's more, of course, but I need to stop procrastinating and work on the next thing to learn:  how to work sleeping more than 6 hours into my schedule.

Here Goes

When I was 10, I started keeping a diary. (It must still be around here somewhere.) Today I started thinking about that diary and the several that followed. It used to be so important to me to chronicle my every thought in those tiny books. As I became a teenager, my diary gave way to heartfelt notes I passed to my dearest friends. All my deep dark secrets were shared between classes on folded notebook paper complete with a "pull here" tab. Those were the days!

Now I find myself wishing I had done a better job of journaling through the years. I've known for a while that I should start a blog- not because I have anything inspirational or worthwhile to share with the world, but because I have the feeling that a blog might be the diary that the 30-something year old me is missing. That is, a diary minus the teenage angst and irrational emotional outbursts. Maybe.

Several times over the past few months, I've found myself going through the day looking at life through "blogger's eyes". I've mentally composed blogs about crazy drivers, starting school, mommy meltdowns, and much more. And for whatever reason, today is IT. I'm starting a blog. Watch out.