simultaneously

first off, i love to travel and am fairly fearless about it.

but. about three years ago, i went to a ski resort with friends during the season. the snow was perfect: 5-6 feet with lots of powder on top. i was a little bit sick (and more than a little worried about $) so i stayed at our suite and read while my husband and friends skiied. truth was, despite $ and sniffles, i was scared to ski for the first time. i did not want to take the risk. (truth be told, i’m a clutz. there was a risk.)

now, having quit my doctoral program out of unhappiness and found a new job that makes me feel quite useful, i wish i could re-do it. i wish i could go back and learn to ski. the opportunity has not arisen—-but we are going to mexico this spring, and there is a zip-line/snorkeling/adventure sort of place near the town where we’ll be based. and i can’t wait!

it’s strange how my psychological freedom (quitting a doctoral program that felt like a meatgrinder) is tied to physical freedom (not just being open to risk, but…..craving it)....

this was my new year’s resolution. i only manage to keep it once or twice a week, but that’s better than never, right??? i keep thinking that when winter is gone, this will be an easier one to keep.

on wednesday, it was beautiful…temps even rose to 60 degrees! but i was swamped with work…even when my husband called to tell me how lovely it was, i said, “i know, but…...”. luckily, an unexpected photo op came along, and so “for work” i “had to” go outside and take some pics. i was so grateful…..

after some revision, I sent out those poems to three of my favorite litmags. will they be rejected? accepted? never responded to? stay tuned. it has been nearly two months, and i’m pleased to say i’ve only thought about it two or three times.