spinning top mama

when i am deep in thought i twirl my hair. i've even been seen twirling with both hands at once... while walking (that was a pretty deep day...). i suppose it's better than biting my nails or gnawing on pen caps, but if you know me well enough, you know that when i'm twirling my hair, chances are that there's something weighing on my mind.

these days, as a college student with two jobs and a fairly full social agenda, i'm noticing that my habit may lead to me being propelled right off the ground, as my twirling has become almost ferocious.

but as i make my way into this new semester i think i will try to let any flash of inspiration flourish instead of sparkle for only a moment, dim and eventually smother out. for every time i feel truly clever, there are probably three or four more times when i feel below par. if somehow i can channel my bursts of energy (small as they sometimes tend to be) i just might be able to progress myself into a heightened feeling of self confidence. instead of just hoping for more hours in the day, i'll have to do more within the hours i already have. i'll have to loosen my grip on unimportant trifles. i'll have to roll with the punches. i'll have to let my feet do some of the twirling.

-k