Hope Springs ... Eventual

It has been 10 days since my last blog entry. I write that as if I were entering a confessional and you, Dear Reader, were my confessor.

I've missed blogging! For awhile there I was doing it so frequently that it was like second nature. Even while events were occurring in my life, I was already transforming them mentally into a post for the Bitten Apple.

But over the last 10 days my time with the internet has been stolen time, between classes or between stories to be edited or in brief moments after dashing into an eerie, deserted office to check my email very quickly.

This is not conducive to the relaxed, expansive state I apparently have to enter in order to blog. And my knack of transforming experience into a friendly little post is getting rusty.

March is my birthday month, the month when daffodils spring up through the grass and wave merrily at you under the grey sky. I love March, usually.

But this year, March is just going to be another hurdle to traverse, another thing to survive. When it's past, and it will pass, a lot of important deadlines will be behind us and important decisions will be made.

I would tell you the details but they are not pretty. They're drudge, heartache, faint shame and broken dreams. They're tender flesh caught in the merciless steel wheels of bureaucracy.

There is, thank God, a spring break in the midst of March where school won't be competing with everything else for my energy and time.

When I get a chance, I'll check in.