I'm still recovering from my weekend - Smith College reunion and commencement. Need I say more? Ok, lots of food and fancy drink, intense conversations contrasted with boisterous fun, sleep-overs, hot tubs, mingling, singing, perfect sunshine and glowing lanterns.
For some reason I thought it was a good idea to also sign up to volunteer for 6 hours of work at a local theater on Sunday afternoon, say yes to seeing Star Trek Sunday night (Benedict Cumberbatch - best villain ever!), and to attend a women's empowerment round table this evening.
My introvert side is about ready to dig a hole into the side of a hill, crawl in, and not come out until October.
I've been doing this to myself a lot recently. In the last six months my schedule has been getting progressively more full. I'd like to say it's because I feel obligated, and that would be true for some of the things, but mostly I want to do these things. I just wish they didn't have to be so...jammed together. I wish it didn't feel like a runaway train of activity about to hurtle off the cliff of social burnout.
Speaking of Benedict Cumberbatch, have you heard him read Keats? Yes, the accompanying slide-show is a total schmaltz-fest, ignore that and just listen to it with a good sound system.
Your word this week, from the poem: