Rolling stones...

This semester I'm teaching two sections of Comp I, and I have to say that while I missed teaching I did not miss grading.  Just when I finally finished one set of papers, I will receive another set to grade on Tuesday.  And, so the cycle begins...

It's October (almost) and I'm anxious to feel that autumnal chill.  More importantly, I miss being able to 'chill' without guilt.  Now that I'm teaching (and taking a pedagogy) course, my chillaxin' has been reduced to mere procrastinaxin' :)

I look forward to that next phase, but in the meantime I'm still caught in THIS phase.  Perhaps it's just being burned-out (like my BFF suggested); however, I long for something new, different, intense and interesting.  And, maybe that will include a long-anticipated trip to Ireland this summer.  

Traveling usually cures my wanderlust, if only until I return home.  A rolling stone gathers no moss and all those bullsh*t cliches which are designed, in part, only to make us FEEL better.  I'm also hoping to meet that *one* special person ... yep, I'm a die-hard romantic at heart.  Betwixt and between all that cynicism beats the heart of a woman who still longs to find that love of her life.  I thought I had it once ... but, alas, again I'm the late bloomer.  It's a hope that even love can blossom late in season.  

I guess it's the eternal optimist in me that continues to hold out hope that he's out there somewhere, and that perhaps (just maybe) I haven't yet met him.  In the meantime, I must study for my pedagogy mid-term, grade papers, tutor student athletes, and keep rolling.  Rolling stones aside, keeping on keeping on seems to be what I do best...