traveling mercies

I'm about three pages into my eight- ten pager, which i'm hoping to have done tommorow, and I have no idea what I'm talking about.

And I think that kind of sucks. I'm really lacking the emotional energy to put any personal thought or conviction into this thing.

Other than that, i think I'm doing fine. I spent a good solid 5 walking in a city instead of doing homework, and now it feels like i have less to do. Cities are good that way.

There is this ideal way of life i envision for myself- slowing working through assignments, slowly moving towards character developing, carefully feeling conviction for stupid things i do, and tactfully walking through the "feeling broken" aspects of being human...

enough to finish a paper and not feel like shit. live and learn/

Mostly, I'm just try to stay a bit balanced, so that I don't get overwhelmed by the details and tiny buggersome aspects of life. I think Anne Lamott sums it up perfectly- "Some people say that God is in the details, but I have come to believe that God is in the bathroom".

I would love to finish this thought, but I'm late for a meeting. Damnit.

to be continued.