Tonight marks the end of the first week of classes and the beginning of what looks to be a hectic fall of sports. I gotta admit I’m not terribly excited about all of it. One night ago I was researching the team my team is going to face and short of figuring out a bit about who they actually are, it didn’t do much for me. I should have been writing. That is quickly becoming a mantra–one I believe I ought to repeat until I no longer need to. Until I should have been writing morphs into I should’ve written even more.
Priorities have shifted for me in my old age. I received Madden 17 in the mail on Thursday and have played less than an hour of the game since I unpacked it. That time went to various chores and audiobooks, proving the game to be lower in the hierarchy of my attentions than it had been in previous iterations. I have not even played enough to give a good feedback blog about it.
So that is how things are now. I’m looking for time and space to be a better writer and teacher and my kids are playing the role of antagonist by merely being adorable and wanting me to hang out with them. Fortunately they can get over competitive and grouchy and scream at each other, reminding me of the reality of having them.
Or at least having them when you’re trying to get your crap done.