There is always a stretch of a few days sometime in September when the wind more than just blows and where the clouds do more than just pass over.
I've just finished my ten-week statistics course. Well, sort of--I still have one last paper due next week. I took my final exam last Thursday night, and now I'm giving myself permission to slow down and relax.
Before class started, I remember wondering what I should bring to class with me. A spiral notebook? A three ring binder? A Trapper Keeper? I agonized over whether I should bring my laptop to class and whether I could simultaneously take notes and check Facebook at the same time like any good Gen-Y'er.
The UW isn't that much bigger than the University of Illinois where I got my bachelor's degree, but somehow it feels more intimidating. Either that or I just didn't worry as much the first time around. In any case I feel like a freshman at 43 and need one of those kind-hearted guides in the red Wisconsin t-shirts to guide this scared little puppy through the system.
My intention from day one was to establish a dual boot between Windows and Ubuntu, and I finally had it set up this past weekend. Now I have the dual boot installed so I can have the best of both worlds--use Ubuntu for my regular needs and Windows if I absolutely must.
Nevertheless, this has still been a meditative time for me. I've turned inward a lot this month, and I feel like I'm preparing for a lot of changes--some that I'm initiating, and some that are hurtling my way
Five years ago tonight I posted my first little post on this new blog called The Different Drummer Soundtrack. It was a very brief and rather silly little post where I likened working with my new blog and website to hijacking an alien space ship, and not being very sure how to drive it. Half a decade later, this "space ship" and I have taken a rather amazing journey.
Three years later, I'm at my computer writing with the lights off except for the Christmas lights I have on in my room and the glow of my monitor. I can say that I feel more at home in the Baha'i Faith and more sure about the Faith than I did three years ago.
What I find interesting, after two failed relationships in two years, is that I feel more strongly about sticking to the current lifestyle I lead. Even though my lifestyle has not been central to the ending of either relationship.
Really, it seemed that people had changed very little. Looking at everyone's faces, maybe there were a few more lines in the faces, a few gray hairs, and different haircuts (usually shorter hair for the men--many of whom, like me, had long hair at the time). Yet, some of the walkers brought their children and a few of those children were teenagers--children actually not that much younger than the walkers themselves were back in 1990. Indeed, I felt like I was transported back to 1990. This was especially true in the evening when we had a big campfire in a beautiful valley.