I am overwhelmed right now with sheer mass of things that must be done for my move in the next 25 days. There doesn't seem to be enough time or money.
One of my favorite coping habits when I feel this way is to write lists. I am superstitious about listing. It is not all about just the things I want, or even what I think I need. The process of listing provides a place for day-dreaming.
I am praying hard. (is there such a thing as "soft prayer"? It sounds limp and nasty, like silken tofu)
I was just cruising around the art-educator job openings and reading the various job descriptions. Most of the descriptions are so loaded with palsied psuedo-educator-human-resource-ese that my eyeballs nearly mutinied. I had to cleanse my vitreous orbs by visiting the Pirate Store On-line. Ah. I can breath again.