Slowing down
I'm going through a time of adjustment that I recognize from other highly stressful times in my life. I'm trying to let go of the almost hidden, internal feeling that I ought to be doing something other than what I'm doing. In other words, I have this feeling there's so much to do, I'll never accomplish it unless I'm constantly busy.
The first time I remember realizing I was under this stress was when I was in college - and, indeed, there was always something I ought to be doing - another paper to write, studying to do, work, Ellen. I'm a busy person by nature and prefer to be doing something useful, but living in an state of almost panic isn't good. Gradually, I've trained myself to wait. Living in Denver, I learned running after a bus is a worthless undertaking - I learned to go early and wait. Wait in airports, wait for appointments - it is a learned skill.
Now, we've moved from this stressful year in Baltimore - constantly lost, trying to find where to shop, best ways to go from one place to another - to this area, where I don't know everything, but I can find the places I need to find. It's quite a relief. Five minutes from work; 15 minutes to a Walmart and a Barnes and Noble - what more do you need? Oh, Wegmans. It's there, too.

Paul and I were going to go on a walk today - there's an open space in Princeton that I can find! And, there are apparently hiking trails around the Princeton Battlefield Monument. But, alas, it is raining and cold. Probably waited a weekend too long, but last Saturday was the haircut day and next Saturday, Paul is invited to a birthday party where they have laser tag. He's very excited.

We are going to the library today. Perhaps I can find a nice novel to read ... settle in with a cup of tea and practice relaxing.