On School Terms
The summer is over. As are the frazzled first weeks of a new school year, the pleasant stresses of having guests in the house, and the cozy/grumpy ambivalence of the old lady interrupting my afternoon reading.
I find myself craving a schedule, and some aspects of predictability.
I sometimes wonder if I will ever stop measuring my life in school terms rather than calendar years. But I do like the extra, nearly obligatory, reevaluation that a new term brings. It’s a natural time to begin new projects, set new goals.
This is day 1 of a month long experiment with biphasic sleeping.
It is day 1 of 8 weeks of prep for the upcoming 16 weeks of marathon training.
The gorgeous winter break run in Northumberland is the a carrot in front of me on the morning intervals.
And with the final edits of my next poetry book having been sent off to the publisher last week, there is another new beginning.