After a grueling week, it was good to gather with friends last night in downtown Hollywood. Our neighborhood civic association held a wine social at Hollywood Vine.
We drank our 2 glasses of wine and talked to our friends, whom we already knew. I thought that I should move around and network--or at least meet my neighbors. But frankly, I didn't feel like it.
Our friends have a second grade child who grew restless, so we moved on. A few doors down, we came to a beer garden. I use the word garden very loosely. The back area looks out on the alley and parking lots. But the white lights strung above the wooden picnic tables appealed--plus, we didn't have to shout the way we had at the wine shop.
As we drank our beers, I watched the people come and go--what an amazing diversity. Tiredness began to take over, and soon we walked back to our cars. It was a nice way to end the week.
I'm grateful that most weeks aren't so grueling. I do feel a bit of fear that my work life is about to become more grueling.
Late in the afternoon, we got official word of whose offer of voluntary separation was accepted. I only know about my faculty. I'm interested to see what happened in other departments--and I'd like to know more about the larger implications.
Those answers will come later. For now I need to focus on what needs to be done most immediately.
My online short story class starts Thursday. I need to get all the changes finalized and entered into the course shell. I have a poem that needs to be to an editor by July 1--it's almost done, but I need to make sure I can't improve it further. Vacation Bible School starts Monday evening--I have the supplies bought, but I need to remember to get them to the car on Monday. I have rough drafts from my Composition students to read; I think that comments and suggestions are much more crucial for the rough draft than the finished draft.
This morning, instead of doing any of the above, I wrote a new poem. Well, I'm still wrestling with it. And yet, I don't regret that use of time. I'm always amazed at what bubbles up and what my subconscious brain pulls together.
Soon I will go to spin class and then it's off to have lunch with friends from a variety of schools. It's the kind of networking that works better for me--but of course, it's not really networking, is it? It's keeping my connections nourished.
Nourishment--I should focus on what connections and events bring me nourishment and which ones don't. I can't ditch all the ones that don't, of course. But I can cultivate more opportunities for nourishment.
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