I have a fantasy. I dream of sitting in my favorite chair and having a movie marathon. I can watch any number of movies from old favorites to new possibilities that I haven’t had the chance to see. I’ll have a gallon of hot chocolate at my disposal and a couple of yummy things to eat, too.
Over the school break, I had the chance to do this, but I never did. Something always came up. The coop needed cleaned. The dishes needed done. But the truth is, I just couldn’t let myself sit down for a day of movies. It seemed lazy. It seemed like a worthless waste of time. My dad would turn over in his grave.
I appreciate the work ethic my parents instilled in me. Often, it keeps me forging ahead when every other encouragement is failing. I just can’t give it a rest. I can’t do any less than my best from the smallest assignment to the biggest paper. It all gets the same kind of nose-to-the-grindstone attention whether it’s worth ten points or a hundred. And that’s good, I guess. It got me an accumulated GPA of 3.78 at U of W. Nothing to sneeze at. But it’s also been responsible for some meltdowns, thrown staplers, (I wrote a bad poem about that for my Creative Writing class), and some new and not so new wrinkles.
So this last Saturday, I practiced an afternoon off. I finished my homework, but when the final read through was done, I printed it out. I didn’t fret over it and read it a thousand times, looking for little microscopic mistakes. I hope it’s good enough. I’ll know when I get the grades. Then, Larry and I went out to eat. And it was a pure delight. I was so relaxed!
Up next, I’m going to try to have a movie night. I’m not ready for a full movie day, yet. But I might be able to do a movie night. I’ll make sure I have a mug of hot chocolate and maybe a cookie or something. Hey! It’s a start! And I haven’t thrown a stapler yet this week.