Plodding

Today I realized I feel like an ass. More specifically: like a donkey. Even more specifically: like a pack-mule. I've been trudging through a two-year degree for four years now and I know the route. And as I stand at the edge of the field that is this (hopefully) final year, I'm spending a lot of time easing into it while chewing on some hay. It seems I'm a hybrid cow/pack-mule in my imagination.

While I'm there contemplating another round of trudging, I'm getting grumpy like an ass. And I see in various parts of my life a bunch of power plays and dramas and competition going on. A year or two ago, I would've be more involved and gotten all passionate about such things, but now I'm the old, cranky ass chewing on hay.

An example of this (from the musical part of my life) is the establishing the pecking order among the new and returning string musicians. It might seem important, but I don't care. Folks can show off their whatever concertos in the hopes of intimidating or inspiring others, but I am unmoved. I've been through four cycles now of seeing such things and I've got my own gigs and adventures going on. I'm highly focused on my little path that will get me through the year with the most efficiency. This is especially important in navigating that whole six month stretch from January through June with only one week of a break.

So I chew on my hay, watch all the power struggles buzzing around me like annoying biting flies, flick my cranky ass ears, and figure I'll start plodding this weekend. Onward and upward!

An Erinku:
proving
once again
rainbow blankets
match my freckles