Today has been highlighted on my calendar for a long time. Finals week of the spring quarter is now complete; I submitted grades this afternoon.
Some seasons of life are very busy. As the tasks accumulate it is essential to remain focused and motivated. The stress and stimulus are like drugs. The danger to finishing one of these busy seasons is that suddenly life is laid bare–the distractions are gone. A lonely Friday night no longer offers the comfort of a pile of papers to grade or a lecture to prepare.
The question lingers: am I pursuing happiness or escaping sadness?
In theory I’d rather live a life of pursuit than a life of escape. But sometimes real life has a way of diverging from beautiful theories.