It has been a long time since I have been able to wake up, roll over and see my alarm clock blinking "9:24 AM." The last time I slept in was probably just over a month ago; it was the last time I had a short break from school. I must say, getting more than six hours of slumber feels fabulous!
Now that finals are FINALLY over, I'm not sure what to do with myself. It was strange. I awoke this morning to the sound of two men outside my apartment, debating over a piece of concerete.
"You know," said the first, "I'm just not sure if we can keep it. I mean look at it: it's cracked on both sides."
"Ya, I think you're right," replied the second. I imagine he was shaking his head when he continued, "I just don't wanna have to start all over again. It takes a while for us to sand down each piece."
And the conversation continued. Not very stimulating as you can see, but relaxing to a girl who could finally admit to herself that no, there is no grammar homework due this evening; no, there is no media law and ethics court case to analyze; no, there is no Harmony reading due for New Testament. While two men discussing pool-deck concrete has little to nothing to do with me, in some ways it helped me realize the simplicity of this Friday morning.
I don't have to do anything!
If I wanted to do, I could just lay in bed all day, listening to the same men scrape and sand slabs of stone. Obviously, my anxiety would probably kick-in after a while and I would force myself to go do something semi-productive, but for the time being (even as I write this post) I would like to continue listening to the scrip and scrape rhythm of sand on concrete, while enjoying a beautiful August morning (they don't have those in AZ) full of rejuvenation, contemplation and solitude.
to be continued later this evening...
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