I went to visit Poggy at Edisto over the weekend and just like always, I remembered how lucky I am to have such an amazing family. She went on a tour and learned some Gullah words - this is the one she shared with me.
What a great term - dayclean.
Completely exemplifies that concept of waking up with a clean slate, of sleeping it off, of picking up the pieces after getting some rest.
The way to Edisto is beautiful and we took advantage of the cooler weather and sunny afternoon and spent as much of our time together outside as we could, soaking up the happiness.
Poggy's friends were super cute, clearly having a blast at the beach, a total girl's weekend and were so welcoming, I couldn't help but take nap on their porch after a delish lunch.
They even made me a little bed of towels.
I can't wait until I can have those, even though the idea of not living at the beach with my girls taking a break from schoolwork to catch some rays plain terrifies me.
One thing I remembered thinking was that I would love to have a big family of women that we could all go to the beach and sit around in white washed beach chairs in blankets.
How Yaya sisterhood of me.
And it made me miss my momma.
Time management is something that is of extreme importance these days, and I am working to find that balance so I don't have freakouts about everything and so I can feel like a whole, complete person who is able to throw themselves fully into everything they do without getting overwhelmed by taking on too much, so as not to miss out on anything.
But there is such a thing as missing out on everything because of doing everything - it all depends on the things that you want to be a part of.
I hate missing out on stuff.
Things I hate - apathy, and doing a halfway job.
These are things I am afraid will happen if I see myself sinking, unable to handle what I have decided to take on.
I am pretty spontaneous in taking on new things, and I like a challenge, but I can get discouraged easily if I think too hard about something or if one thing goes wrong, I can immediately see how something will never work out for me. I don't give in then, but I don't pursue it with such passion as I might once have.
I have to keep those thoughts and emotions at bay.
I don't see this being a problem with the things I am currently dealing with, because a large portion on my time is doing research on pagan rituals and then thinking about choreography and going to rehearsals.
That is what I want to do with my life.
If only I didn't have things like biological anthropology and archaeology in my way, I would be a super happy individual.
I would be perfectly content with doing research, writing papers, dancing, and spending time with my friends.
I hope this is a preview of my life after this year.
