This schedule gets to me sometimes, working full time and being in grad school full time, drinking and dance parties, watching nature documentaries on the couch, cooking and laundry and, every once in a while, cleaning. The only way to have breathing room is to make breathing room, and so I am holding life to the time between deep breaths. I'm dawdling on the walk home to peer into the friendly faces of the daffodils along the sidewalk and buying shoes for other seasons, looking up from typing typing typing about efficient markets in time to catch the fading moments of the sunset and the Space Needle twinkling through the deepening gloom.
A little breathing is all I need, until everything shrinks back down to manageable proportions. It always does eventually.