In researching the source of  “Confession is good for the soul”, I discovered that it is an old Scottish proverb. That was an “aha” moment for me. I can now look to my paternal grandmother (Roberts, whose family emigrated from Scotland) for the source of my willingness to share my foibles and failures as (anonymous) examples when trying to convey a concept or when blogging.

But I digress.

Last week was my lull before the storm of a new semester. When classes ended in December, I was a week away from my son and daughter’s visits and from all the Christmas festivities. As soon as I submitted final grades, I rushed home to get started on my company’s-coming to-do list, and after their week-long visits, I stayed busy working on various projects around the house.

Last week, though, I turned into a sloth.  On the days I didn’t have to go into work for pre-semester meetings, I sat around in my sweats/pajamas (they become the same thing when a person doesn’t change from one to the other at bedtime) most of the week, not venturing out into the bitter cold unless there was good reason.

(Confession within a confession: When I drove to McD’s one evening for a large iced tea with light ice, I merely threw a hoodie on over my sweats/pajamas and went through the drive-through. Wearing my Uggs house slippers.)

I didn’t use that time productively, either. Instead, I made a significant dent in the shows saved on my DVR, read several books, added more than a few pins to my Pinterest boards, chatted on FB, and basically was a lazy bum.

And I don’t regret it a bit.

I know that, starting tomorrow, my life will become filled with class prep and responding to emails and, the largest time-sucker, grading papers. Last week, then, was my lull.

Tomorrow, let the storm begin!


Challenges Updates

January “16 in 2016” challenge to ruthlessly sort through all my possessions: nothing — not a single thing. I was a sloth, remember?
Write 365 (write every day) — journaled every day

52 Books in 52 Weeks — Read The Bette Davis Club by Jane Lotter (published posthumously) — a fun novel about a woman who is sent to retrieve her runaway-bride niece (and more), accompanied by the jilted groom-to-be.