Just another day
For those of you who read my blog on a regular basis, you may have noticed that I have not been as verbose lately as I was for a while. This is attributed to the fact that I was, for longer than I want to say, lost in darkness. One that was different from other times, so it was a bit disconcerting. I went to work as usual, but just have not had the creative streak, the ability to find interesting things to say or notice around me.
So for a few weeks, I have been rather quiet in that respect – trying to find my way back out, determining what my priorities will be for the rest of my time here, and in general, trying to not bother others with my “private” issues, though certainly it is nothing to be ashamed of. I try not to write about my “innermost” thoughts and feelings on here, as it is open to the public. So I am honest…to a point. Mom always tells me I am too honest.
The other reason I have not written a lot is because, well, there has not been a lot going on – things have settled into a bit of a routine. This is good in some ways, as then life is not a constant source of anxiety. But I have found that to have some stress in my life motivates me forward. I have that this week…having committed myself to two guest lectures in one day at the university, and as it turns out both of them were far more time-consuming to put together than I would have liked. But I look at it this way – next semester, I will have far less work to do…I hope. It will be the same students, so I will have to be creative and make sure I don’t give the same students the same guest lecture (I am talking to all years of students, not just one).
I am focusing on studying Russian for an amount of time each day, tutor or (as the case is) no tutor. I have friends who are helping me and allowing me to make mistakes, and to speak English words when I don’t know them in Russian (they tell me the word in Russian) so my “Surgik” is Russian-English rather than the Russian-Ukrainian that most people here speak.
And…I’ve been thinking. My friend is back in the hospital for round two of chemo, so I worry for her, and pray for her (please help and pray for her too. Her name is Amy, and we want this for her: +NPM-1, -FLT-3. I can provide more details if you send me an e-mail).
There is a new group of volunteers arriving in a week, which means at the end of this month, I celebrate my one-year anniversary here. This, of course, will be the cause of many thoughts and reflections.
So, in other words, it’s just another day. Who knows what tomorrow brings – that is part of the unknown of living here (or living in general).