The stress from waiting to hear back from schools is terrible, but I have been surprisingly productive this past week. I wrote two poems in two days but I will admit that I had a very good start on them, and last night, I made some progress on a new poem. I had scribbled something down in my new notebook at some point, and flipping through the pages, I didn’t even remember writing it down. In the top right corner I wrote “whoa emo. Was I drunk?”

I do love the slow opening of my mind and letting go.

Today was a nice day. I had lunch with a friend I hadn’t seen in a couple of months. Even though we haven’t seen each other in a while, it felt as though we hadn’t been apart really for that long. If I move away from Columbus, I would miss her so much. There are so many people I would miss. I don’t even know where to begin.

I have been aching to dance so much that I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. Did I use to crave dancing so much? I think when I was ballroom dancing I had practice and lessons that took some of that energy out of me. I don’t know where it comes from, but at work, I’ve started dancing a lot. Last night, when the restaurant was empty, I turned up the music and danced. Where does this energy come from?

unfurling

This winter has been so mild. I’m not complaining because the biting cold isn’t really that nice, but I haven’t gone sledding in the park because there hasn’t been enough snow. February is almost over, and I still haven’t gone ice skating. I think when I come back from Chicago, I’ll go ice skating. It’s hard to remember it’s still winter, and I’ve started thinking about spring. I love spring in Columbus.