No. I'm not talking about the dog in Transformers. Although, I do <3 that movie.
What I'm talking about here is my drive, or lack there of it.
Changes to my schedule make my life difficult. They bother my regularly scheduled programs and turn my OCD all kinds of pear-shaped. Sometimes it takes such minimal effort to get myself back on track after a change that people have mistaken me as being laid-back or adaptable. I'd really like to say that those are my strongest, most defining characteristics. But then I'd be a liar, too.
While to some, at times, I may appear to handle life's little twists and turns with grace and composure; I can assure you that I am FREAKING out on the inside. For the last four weeks that school has been back in session, my brain has been frantically summersaulting around the plausibilities, possibilities, and limitations of my new schedule. All that equates to the accomplishment of absolutely nothing.
Really, it's getting quite irritating.
I mean, it's not like my *new* schedule is all that new or even remotely crazy. Which, to be honest, just makes the whole thing that much more frustrating. My schedule now isn't even all that different from my summer schedule, except of course, that I have to go function on someone else's schedule for eight hours right, smack dab in the middle of my day.
I know, I know. Waaa waaaa waaaa, cry me a river. Seriously, I wanna knock myself out for being so crabby and whiny about all of this. Here's the deal though, what I know from years of teaching is that sometimes the only way to get rid of the road block is to just deal with it. This stupid lack of mojo has been effecting my running and writing. two things I count on dearly for my sanity. The running is still in a spot of limbo for at least the rest of the week, but hopefully this post will be the end of the writer's block.
Which is good 'cause I'm real ready for my mojo to come and kick my butt back into gear.