Ballad Of A Short Man
I don’t think I every posted this song, though it was on the musicing page.
My only song written as a dare, a bet even. The opening words explain:
“I would like the song to be about a Dwarf who overcomes his shortcomings and becomes one of the greatest inspirational speakers of all times. He marries a very tall woman hoping that their height will balance out to normalcy. But instead the child ends up with a large head, and very small hands.”
I did all of that, except the messed up kid.
This song makes me chuckle since you wouldn’t know it was any of that without being told. I’m a poet. I like metaphors.
Rest
So after this past weekend, being on Trailhead’s first annual retreat, I decided that amoung the many things I am not even attempting to do in regards to my physical, emotional, spiritual, mental health, I should try out at least one . . . which will probably end up covering most of those: I’m going to take a Sabbath.
Saturdays will be my ‘day of rest.’
No grading. No work. No . . . whatever.
I will just sleep, write, read and probably work on my Masters, which is NOT really work, since it mostly reading and writing which I enjoy and have been neglecting. This is why I chose this program: the work is relaxing. They ask for a 2 page page, I turn in a 7 pager. Why? Because it makes me happy.
How will this work with the STUPID amounts of grading I have to do most weekends? I have no idea. I guess this means being stressed out more during the week. Or managing my time better. That might be a problem:
I’m thinking about getting to bed earlier as well.
Damn.
