Dreaming and/or scheming

Every day I'm hustling'.

Like literally every day. I didn't like it at first. I struggled with it. Exhausted. Cranky. Now that I've got some perspective, a lil' clarity and a little less than a month left in my teaching contract, I'm loving that I worked double-time this past year.

I’ve been thinking a lot about our recent Winter Break. One week of bliss.

We spent most days writing, researching and dreaming about the awesome hypothetical future. We spent hours upon hours in coffee shops cranking out articles (and drafting novels - oh my yes). And baby it hurt so good. Stay up late, sleep in late, write, write, drink coffee, edit, write. Repeat. God, I love it.

I returned to Korea reluctantly last year. But it was necessary. This year was all about securing a better future. And honey, I worked my ass off.

Days spent learning how to let go/ teaching. Teaching can be rewarding, but oh-so draining. Like giving blood, only every day. And sometimes not voluntarily. Less than 30 days left now.

Evenings and weekends spent researching, drafting, editing, designing, writing up copy. I set an alarm for 12:27 am KST every Thursday so that I have three minutes to wake up before the 8:30 am MST Skype meeting on Wednesday. I occasionally stay up until the call. I wonder, though, which times I sound more (or less) awake.

New Year's Eve was more writing. Though I did take a break for Moonrise Kingdom, chocolate chip banana bread, tea. And D. At first I lamented not going out and doing something crazy. But so what? It was one of the best NYEs I've had. Carpe-ing the diem doesn't always equate to partying. I am a 21st century hustler.

2013 is going to be radder, faster... more adequate!