TIME OUT!

Home for Thanksgiving!  It’s so good to be eating leftovers and drinking microwaved coffee in my pajamas again!

If you’re a reg’ler at Scope for Imagination, you’ll have noticed that I have dropped my blogging responsibilities of late.  I’ll have you know that college life isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be (Well, actually, I’ve gotta love college.  It just includes more homework than most grown-ups seem to remember.)!  It really makes me grateful for a break.  Do you remember playing tag in grade school?  When you had lost your breath and It was just about to get you, you would throw up your hands in a T-shape and yell, “TIME OUT!  T.O!  T.O!”

I love T.O.  I think we need more of them in life.  Too many times I find myself sobbing because I can feel graduation or a paper or an application deadline grabbing at the back of my T-shirt.  I’m out of breath and I can’t run any faster and I need to yell at advisors and professors, “T.O!”  Breaks are a great built in time out, the lemonade break on the porch of life, but sometimes we need to bring the time-out mentality to our backyard tag-war.  So get ready for some amazing Gramma advice:

“I’m not going to think about that right now.”

It’s simple.  It’s brilliant.  But what else do you expect from my grandmother?  It’s the T.O. of life.  Although I can’t stop It  from advancing , I can stop worrying about It.  And when I stop worrying, It ceases to have the same effect.  I’ll either regain the breath I need to shout, “Okay, time in!” or I’ll gracefully except that I’m caught.  And, honestly, being It is almost as much fun as running away.

So this Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for a breather.  And I will spend this week reveling in the fact that finals week can only stare me in the eyeballs, unable to tag me until I decide to yell, “Time in!”