The return from our holiday was met with delight (both kids at the airport to meet us after one in the morning!), shock (the weather is at the freezing mark, a relief for those who weren't in Mexico for a week but a shock for those who were) and awe...
As in ah, now it's back to reality and I have lots to get caught up on. Like laundry. And housework. Which will all have to wait until Tuesday, since I am an obsessed fiend studying for my Art History exam on Monday night. The focus of this exam will be on Roman, Christian and Muslim architecture and religious iconography. I have lots to brush up on, having missed two classes this term, which is very unlike me, whether we travel or not.
But then I thought... wait a minute... aren't I taking these classes for enjoyment? Out of my own interest... because they are fascinating and driven by a professor who has an immense grasp of the subject matter and makes it even more interesting? Yes, that's why I'm taking the class. So why am I beating myself up and putting all this pressure on myself? Because that's what I do.
I think I'd better give myself permission to ease up a little on myself and let this one ride. I'm enjoying it, I love reading about it, and someday I want to visit these places and see things with my own eyes - and understand it. So I will spend the rest of the day flipping through the pages of the books and puzzling until my puzzler isn't sore, maybe this once.