Time to sit - and be okay with it.

It doesn't take long before boredom sinks in.
Though I'm not sure boredom is the appropriate word. I know it's never a phrase to use to complain to the parents because a long list of tasks will be presented and let's face it, boredom trumps a ramba with the vacuum.

I think these past three months were so bombarded with people, never-ending to-do lists, assignments, and always always something I needed to be doing that to just STOP and sit my mind zoomed on by apparently missing the memo. My mind is still running ahead and just now looking back like whoa, wait a second why am I not burning the midnight oil?

It points to time. The past three months I've wrangled and wrestled with time trying to squeeze out every minute I could to get everything done and now I can leisurely sit and watch it solemnly pass by. But there's always that urge that's screaming in the back of my mind "HOURS are passing, what are you thinking?? Shouldn't you be doing something?" The answer, oh probably - but I don't have to. That's the beauty. Break is a beautiful guilt-free time-watching waltz.

So in the effort to not drive myself completely bonkers this is what I hope to accomplish:
+read (my book list is getting kind of ridiculous...)
+scrapbook (summer to now, phew)
+knit/crochet (because I've missed it so...and just bought some super sweet yarn)
+make myself a cookbook (so maybe I'll use my kitchen this next quarter...)
+Play the piano...mucho.
+SLEEP!

So, time, do your worst. I'm not falling for that "bored" feeling anymore. In fact, I think it's closer to the 'normal' feeling we're supposed to have instead of the frantic multi-tasking knotted mess of a brain everyone walks around with.