Back to school purples

The pace of my grad school life tends towards intensity with periodic moments of panicked relaxation. I've gotten so used to being pushed to my limits and the corresponding thrill of learning and doing so much in a short period of time that taking a break requires re-learning how to slow down.

This summer was much the same: my summer gig, being a chaplain at a very very poor hospital, pounced on me just hours after I managed to finish my final papers and shoo my in-laws-to-be out the door. Just before the end of that, the Boy started his permanent (ihopeihopeihope) job and I had to start cooking for the two of us. I got about two weeks to myself, mostly for vegetative purposes, before rocketing off to my family home for a week to do some wedding planning at breakneck pace.

And now, school is about to start up again- my last year looks like it's shaping up nicely, but I'm currently trying to get my ducks in a row in terms of health care before the quarter starts up. I've some sleeping to do, which always seems to come best when I end my day totally exhausted and need to be in shape to get ready for the next incredibly difficult job. The breakneck pace has gotten to be a habit, and while I sometimes hate it, I just enough rope not to hang myself.