Life is...busy.

Life is busy.  Of course the is little need to state the obvious here.  We are all busy I suspect.  Busy trying to keep balance in our lives for the things and people that matter most...job, studies, family, friends, church etc.  I would love to give myself wholly to any of these things...but alas survival in grad school does not allow it.  So...I try to keep the proverbial plates spinning.  In spite of their wobbling...they are still spinning.  

Right now, this little posting constitutes a break from a 13+ page bibliography project for my Historical Methods course.  While this document will be of immense help for future research, I wish I could leave for the studio, go for a run, go see friends or family.  I have the daily work at the Grad School and my weekly assignments, but there are the PhD, Fellowship, Residency applications all coming due as well on the longer range calendar (which are actually more important but get shoved to the periphery because of the amount of daily and weekly responsibilities).  This week, the art department is hanging the World War III retrospective which I will spend part of the day tomorrow helping to hang.  This weekend we printed for Peter Kuper who will be attending next month for the show closing.  We anticipate printing for other of the artists visiting as well.  Oh...and Ive been invited into 2 other print exchanges, plus my printing responsibilities for the semester credits that I am taking.

It seems that while I thrive under pressure, I am nearing a point where I no longer enjoy the pressure as I did during the MFA.  Perhaps it never goes away, but it would be nice for a season anyway to really relax and "be".  But, i despite my rambling post, lamenting the fact that I am busy, I am so incredibly thankful that my past hard work has paid off in getting me more, and better opportunities.  I am thankful for a growing CV, mentors and their encouragement, the support of my loving wife, and slowly sinking into a new worshipping community where all of those other burdens of my life can be left on at the altar.