"I know there's nothing stopping you now...

But I'd settle for a slowdown."

It is amazing how life can change so quickly. Yeah, everyone has these revelations once in a while, and it is my turn to have one.

I think I am getting sick. I truly believe this is because my body knows that it can allow me to become sick because I have time to do so. During the school year I rarely had down-time; I was usually at my apartment less than 20 hours a week, not including sleeping (which also wasn't very much). This meant that I was generally out and about doing something and I still had homework to get done in the inbetween times. Not that I didn't love it...I thrive on being busy and having deadlines and such, but I found myself being envious of people with less going on than me from time to time.

Then Finals week rolled around and I had stuff to do until Friday at 3ish. Then it was off to Dunnell/Sherburn/Fairmont for the wedding. It was a great time (to put it mildly) and Chris and Melissa will have many happy years together, and those who attended the ceremony, reception, and dance will have some memories to cherish for quite awhile too. How am I to forget hottubbing in my dress, the guys getting kicked out of the pool, and seeing many of my friends partaking in a "bathtub party" on top of all the fun at the dance? Not likely.

But did my weekend stop there? No, that would be too simple. Instead, my friend Jenna had been born 21 years previous, so I hopped in the Blazer on Sunday morning, slightly hungover but mostly rested, and headed off to Pipestone. In Pipe-rock I picked up my friend Jennie and we began the trek to Fargo. Luckily we were able to talk the entire time (didn't even turn the stereo up the whole way) and complain for a majority of that time about the stupidity of driving to Fargo for this party. But, things turned out just fine...Jenna's mom had rented a stretch Escalade for us to use which came with 2-for-1 coupons for every bar in Fargo. Needless to say, we drank some. Then, after witnessing Jenn empty her stomach a few times, pulling her from the bathroom floor, and tucking her into bed, Jennie and I retired for the evening at 3:00 in the morning.

Still, the fun keeps going. We had to be up by 4:30 so that I could be to work in Brookings by 8, and Jenna (hungover and pale) needed to begin classes at MN West at 9. Ugh. I survived the drive back and a 6 hour work day on Monday, and then it hit me:

I have nothing to do.

No homework. No stuff at the office. No meetings. No papers. Nothing.

And I think I like it. I hadn't allowed myself to not do anything, in I don't know how long. For at least a few days, I think I will like a slower pace. I will enjoy life without a to-do list. I won't look at my planner to see what I have going on. I can just sit. I think I can handle this.

"But your wheels just turn, down the road ahead."