So: a bit too many appointments, too much teaching (though it is not going badly); editing the book; studying for four Jung-Institut exams, with two papers; taking over the HIV group's peer counseling...
I have been thrown from worry to a more steely determination, and through everything between, in more and more erratic and rapidly changing cycles, over the past two months. I suddenly wake in the night, think about one of the exams, what there is to do to get ready for it; I make tea, wondering what book article I should edit today; and, too frequently, I drop everything to go teach or sit in my office, waiting to reflect the all-too-similar anxieties of students....
It is of course difficult to arrive at any conclusion about any of the given tasks in the midst of such chaos. I could of course delay exams until winter, I could find out what would happen to the book schedule if I didn't finish until July... but I know that those protective, but negative moves wouldn't win me much breathing space now.
Above all, I do know that I spent much of the 1980s and 1990s in comparable states: getting things done, and also not getting things done. Despairing, anxious, excited, proud. Utterly confident, at points. I would not want to be that person again, though I know that before my own Great Crash of 2001-2, I still had such expectations of my self and my future that I could keep going more easily. I am always exasperated at my own inertia over the past decade, but it remains hard to move beyond it, either physically or emotionally, or almost more importantly in terms of actions.
Now, in my mid-50s, the emotions tied to these things have a certain detachable familiarity: I can look at them and keep walking, though they do throw me off my stride at every point. (It is easier to see their illusory nature, of course – complexes, illusions of the world, you can pick any context to interpret them.)
I suppose, like a hamster in a plexiglass ball, I need to just keep rolling forward: not in a straight and rapid line – I'm not capable of that, I'm frequently off course, but then I may roll back in the proper direction – but just to keep the ball rolling....