90 Days

We're 90 days into 2010. It's hard to believe. I keep two printed calendars at my desk at work, and I diligently cross off each day, like a prisoner, or an island castaway, marking the time until - what? I'm not sure. Multiple deadlines, my progress through school, the hope that one day, I will have a better job, or that kayaking season will arrive, or a vacation, or a class I want to take.

Meantime, life keeps happening. In the past 90 days I've dated, then broken up with someone. I've gone to school events, taken midterms, I've been to a spa, I've gone to the gym (hardly enough, it feels like) and corresponded with one of my aunts in Oklahoma. My baby brother has a baby of his own now, and my other nephew and niece have grown tremendously since I saw them last December.