Days of My Life

A friend recently told me that people spend an average of seven minutes prior to falling asleep reflecting on that day and planning for the next. I told him that was a bunch of phooey for me, because I spend every other unoccupied minute of the day thinking about such things--among many others--and once my head hits the pillow, I fall asleep immediately. Hubris. The last two weeks were terrible falling-asleep sessions in that I actually spent well over seven minutes thinking and planning for the next day and the rest of the week. I also had a heavy heart which kept me unfocused during the day. It's amazing how much even the smallest matter that you tell yourself doesn't matter, does matter and pervade your mind for days on end. But the burdened and heavy heart has at last been relieved. I'm currently reading Audre Lorde's Zami: A New Spelling of My Name  for my LGBT Issues in Education class, and am very much enjoying it. It almost feels as though I'm reading for

You're right there, and yet I'm too stubborn-- Okay, afraid--to initiate  What if you don't think of me What I think you think of me And I think of you what You don't think of me Too much thinking, methinks I ought to just do it, so I did--and nothing