back to school...

once again, i've become a writer who doesn't write. life gets busy and filled with work, and work, and tv, and internet, and books, and friends, and laundry, and dishes, and cleaning, and errands, and... no writing. tomorrow i go back to teaching - three classes this semester. i don't feel at all mentally prepared for this, but i'm just trusting that i'll walk into my first class of the day and feel renewed again. that's how i felt last fall, after a whole summer off i went back to teaching and felt my heart fill up a little more. i like teaching. i think i'm getting good at it. i hope it'll be a good semester.

and with it, i hope i can still somehow find time to read and write in the midst of it. i keep saying i look forward to some day down the road when i have my own office and a full time position and i can write poems and read books for fun and mentor students and focus on all of that and built my life on it. but why does that need to wait? i don't want my other part time work or my need to make money to pay the bills to get in the way of the things i believe in, the things i want to devote my life to. isn't that why i decided to get an mfa? why i decided to start adjunct teaching in the first place? to fill some sort of crazy dream that i can have a career i love and not be a "sell out" just pushing buttons all day trying to make millions?

hopefully more regular blogs can help me keep that writing going. i know i've said that before, but i really am going to try this time. honest.