Orbital Period

I scrolled back through my Instagram feed recently, thinking I'd find a whole lot of "not doing much" but was pleasantly surprised. Rather than stamp the correct date and time on a photo, there is a log of weeks past attached to each photo. 4 weeks ago I took a picture of myself doing such. 7 weeks ago I took a picture of another project I was elbow deep in.

Progress is slow because this, that, the other. I haven't made much because blah blah blah. I know the simplest answer is to "just do it" ... but.

I am looking for something I haven't quite found yet.

Mark Time

Mercury is in retrograde for the next month, and as a sun sign ruled by this planet, I will blame every "misfortune" on its movement. Minor annoyances have become highlighted, is all.

Spring semester is now begun, and I start each week with six hours of work study. I open doors for people and shuffle papers and smile at unsure freshmen. I choreograph my own thought patterns and research within the small bustle of this office. 

I have a blank wall waiting for notes; begging, you see. I have finally received Random Access Memories, so "Daft Punk Syndrome" mapping is in full attention. As is Taylor Swift and her mirror-like quality.

Moving is easy. Hand over hand is a predictable way to know the world is moving forward. It is under my control, this situation, and it will soar because I am giving it attention.

But waiting?