The cowboy in the black hat.

It's a cliche from an old western that the cowboy in the black hat rides in to town. The opposition to the white hat. It's been in my mind as a way of looking at my week and also because this week we learnt about 'the hats' at uni. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Six_Thinking_Hats
I've had a black hat week. It was all a bit much for me. I don't think I have found that life/study balance just yet. It perversly coincided with the census date. The last day to withdraw from courses without penalty. I have not once thought of withdrawing....until after census...

So it's onwards and upwards from here. It's easter hat parade and if that is not a good day to wear a yellow bonnet I don't know what is.

Study Land

I am going to have to blurt it out. I LOVE studying. I really am finding myself enjoying learning. which makes it easier to forget that I am pretty much not doing anything else outside my course work right now.

I've been creatively writing and journalling at home here. Most of it using the old fashioned pen to paper method. Using my brain seems to have sparked some extra imagination and creativity. I have had lots of involved dreams. One of them involved crafting an essay. woohoo even in my sleep I am studying.

I'll send another postcard from Study Land soon. I like education and I am off on the journey. 

The best day ever?

Could this be the best day ever? Well it is certainly moving quickly up the list now that I have stopped vomitting my stomach lining up.
Yes it was mothers behaving badly last night at our local drinking hole. At least for those of us who polished off a few bottles of wine followed by sparkly pretty drinks. Ok it could have been a select few of us who actually were silly enough to live in the moment and forget all about the repercussions of alcohol over indulgence - was it even just me? Sad to say,  I wouldn't have noticed after the first two drinks. It was very nice to catch up with the playgroup mothers, especially since I have graduated to only school age children in my household. The hangover has certainly clarified a few things for me.
1. I really really enjoy NOT drinking these days and I plan to do a whole lot more of it, even on Friday nights.
2. I really really like lying in bed on a Saturday, with books, lappy and time to nap especially when it's raining.
3. For number two to be enjoyed it's best to be not vommitting up everything you try to eat or drink.

On a completely unrelated note. I finally started telling the world about my blog. That is if my eldest daughter, one girlfriend and mentioning it in a forum post counts as the world. I also started following some other blogs and trying to find my way around blogland. and geez - widgets, gadgets and HTML...It's going to be a steep learning curve  and a bumpy ride for this little carriage until I get up to speed on it all. Luckily my eldest daughter was impressed I put a capital letter in my title. So far my audience and critics alike have been kind!

Procrastinators anonymous

I am into my first week of my University Degree. I might just say that again- University Degree! It is a pretty big deal for me, and seems like something someone much more grown up than I am would do.
It is also totally totally overwhelming at first. It feels a bit like having a handful of mixed up threads and not knowing quite which ones to pull first to untangle the bunch. I have found a common way of dealing with it. Procrastinating. So far today I have managed to take a long time to make a cup of coffee, look through photo albums for no particular reason, check my emails, play with the cat and sweep the floor. This despite a feeling of urgency that the next few weeks are giong to slip by and I am going to have to produce several assessment pieces.

We did have an unusual start to term though, with the wet weather in these parts causing class cancellations. It's perfect weather for curling up and reading, which actually suits my study time, as at the moment it seems like reading widely is the first step. Unfortunately reading widely is confined to articles of relevance to my course work, Not a Phryne Fisher or Miss Marple tale.

We are also cutting our Uni learning teeth on some reflective work, to get us comfortable with academic writing styles and ideas on a subject matter that we are all familiar with-ourselves.
I am comfortable with reflection, but I wasn't ready for the emotions that it has brought up for me. Perhaps that is why I found myself flicking through the photo albums today. I miss Lee. I miss him like there is a hole in my heart that can never be filled. I feel guilty that I didnt' appreciate him more, I feel angry that he was taken away from me, I feel lonely to be facing this life without him, I feel ripped off on behalf of my children. Most of all right now I think I feel like he would be saying ' Go and get back to your studies!!! NOW ' Because he knows how important they are to me, and understands I am doing this to provide for our children in the way he would have wanted.

So I will.

Blessings.