The world on a Thursday

there are those days where one looks around and realizes they are alive and really really part and parcel of their own experience....at lease I have those days. The thing I have discovered is that I am so busy doing things that I sometimes forget that I am creating my life while I am doing. I used to live in a headspace where "do" was separate from "create" which was separate from "fun". Somewhere it all began to blend together. I became a mum, a student, and an activist. I became less of a by-the -clock worker, in my insomniac-spare-time artist, singer, lover, friend, athlete. It was all so gradual and overshadowed by immediate and necessary action--feeding children, writing papers, taking exams, filling out forms, going to doctors, arranging and then juggling childcare...
I love what I do these days. I love connecting with other activists and writing about what is going on in this country and others. I love going to conferences and board meetings and arguing for rights for women, mothers, students, disabled persons, children. I love my children. But I must admit do not enjoy the stress of it all right now. There is nothing to enjoy really when every minute is spent scrambling to address needs. I miss how much fun it can be.