I am not keeping up with life. Or, not with life as I knew it. I do not have the energy and I am days and days behind.

time, time, time
see what’s become of me
while I looked around for my possibilities

Recently, I applied for–and was offered–a place in the Master of Arts (Writing and Literature) program at Deakin University to commence next semester. My workplace is providing re-training due to our intended closure in five years, so I am taking the opportunity to extend my education. But I will have to be conscious of my time, energy, and availability. I don’t know if it’s my diagnosis and the feeling of being granted permission to pull back from social activities or if it’s purely winter hibernation that is lowering my mood and energy, but I am making the most of this feeling of reprieve from constant communication.

It’s the 1st of June tomorrow; officially the first day of winter in Australia. And I will be at home, cozy after night shift, pottering in my office, looking out the window at the turning leaves of the miniature maple.

I look around
Leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter