Reset!

I know that everyone has a reset button.  Further more I know that we all have to use said button from time to time.

We all need to take some time to breath, take inventory and generally re-calibrate when our wheels become overworked from grinding into each other so much that they are not moving as efficiently as they should. Think of it as applying metaphorical WD40 to your mind (yes grandpa I believe in the power of WD40, just like you taught me)

Well this is exactly what I did last week. It was my spring break, and unlike last year when I took my amazing train trip, I decided to go and veg in my parent’s guest room.

Here is the thing, I grew up in a relatively rural town out in the desert, and it really is a great place to take a step back and be all sorts of introspective.  After spending the last quarter writing the first and second draft of my thesis script, teaching, and dealing with a whole lot of interpersonal drama I really needed to be introspective. The voices in my head were all talking at once, and I needed to take some time to hear their plights… one at a time please.

It also afforded me the opportunity to visit with some old friends who I have not seen in a while; drinking tea with one friend (She is getting ready to be a mommy and is adorable despite what she might say to the contrary), wine with others.  One of my friends (also soon to be mommy, and also adorable) is moving out of state so soon, so I was so very glad I got to see her. 

Another friend I had not seen since I was probably nineteen years old, it pretty awesome getting reacquainted. It was a rather profound having, grown up type conversation, with someone I had not seen since I was essentially a kid. A bit surreal, and gave me some perspective on how much I have grown in the past decade or so.

I also was able to attend a very fun musical at the community college that was once my stomping grounds. It was nice to see many old friends who were involved with the show and they did such an amazing job.

Most importunately I got to spend some quality time with the parents, these pockets of time seem like a luxury these days.

All and all, it was a good trip. Does it make me want to live there again? Well let’s just say my hometown is a very nice place to visit.

It was also nice to realize how much I was missed here.  Upon coming back my dance card has been full with visits from those who are apart of the life I’m creating here. A nice reminder for when I start to feel like an isolated solitary entity in this big city.

And now I feel like I am ready to take on the last leg of my thesis, as well as get my resume all shiny and pretty, cause (yikes beyond yikes) I am about to graduate, and what’s next is just around the corner.