I’ve decided I need to have more fun. I realize I no longer live in New Orleans, but it doesn’t mean I can’t live like I still do. Now what this means is that in general my life should include more spontaneity and nonsensical silliness. I’ve gotten into this rut of reading, sleeping, eating convenience foods, grading, prepping for classes, and letting my dogs pee. If I’m feeling rebellious, I’ll watch some Netflix. With that said, I do enjoy weekends here with friends. Usually by Friday afternoon at four you can see a gaggle of musicologists sniffing out the nearest bar to escape the secretive black velvet bag full of buzz words: hegemony, hermeneutics, all-things-cultural-theory, reflexivity, semiotics, etc. We do all manage to find our way home before Monday morning rolls around. I think though, that I’d like to begin interspersing a few pixels of fun into the still-shots of my Monday-Friday. It may help me feel less like a preacher’s-daughter-turned-loose by the time Friday comes around (okay that’s really kind of an exaggeration).
Excuse me for getting all dharma on you for a second here, but in Buddhist terms I’m aching to grasp onto the middle way. It was the first post-enlightenment sermon that the Buddha chose to give after stretching his legs out and having a few sips of water, no doubt. Based on a life of balancing the extremes, it seems appropriate here. I have the discipline to be rigid and academic all the time, but quite frankly I don’t want to. There’s always the possibility of losing yourself in it as the path is so clearly laid out. So, how do I laugh more between chapters? I’m not sure. Perhaps the acknowledgment of the necessity for it is a strong enough propulsion.
Now that I’ve vented a bit, I can discuss my past week. This semester has gone incredibly odd so far – picture letting the air out of a balloon and watching it zip around the air in all directions. I’m ready to take a deep breath and let the semester really begin. Last week, my productivity was extremely low on Wednesday and Friday. My partner travels for work quite frequently and she was out of town on a recruitment trip all week. I feel like this always impacts my world negatively (yes okay, I miss her when she’s gone and my anxiety tends to flair), and I’m not sure how to put a damper on that. Again, perhaps just the acknowledgment of it will stop it in its tracks.
I’m finally doing some deep breathing with regards to my schedule. I think I’ve got a handle on it. It just took some finagling to ensure I could plan and organize everything. Luckily, thanks to the ever-visible organizational OCD, I’m pretty good at that.
My last gripe of the day: Who decided to plan SEM-SEC’s (Society for Ethnomusicology – Southeast & Caribbean Chapter) Nashville meeting during our annual Rainbow (world music) Concert weekend (or vice versa)?