It's rare for me to let any length of time slip by without writing, but several extenuating circumstances have disrupted my blogging flow lately.
By extenuating circumstances, I mean that I've been violently sucked into a vortex of grading for the classes I'm teaching, shuffling multiple children to multiple soccer practices, navigating a challenging situation, packing and unpacking our family's belongings for back-to-back weekends away from home, and replacing our old computer after it faltered, froze, and then ultimately crashed in the most frustrating fashion last week.
In short, my work-life balance descended from the already tenuous level of "kinda, sorta but not really balanced" to the level of "look out, this girl is going down."
So yesterday, I did just that. I took a lesson from my computer and crashed. There was nothing profound about it -- just a late afternoon nap on top of an unmade bed during which my mind, for the first time in weeks, stopped racing.
And, not surprisingly, things feel better now.
There's no shame in crashing. We all periodically need rebooting.