Stations

I've recently been thinking about my appreciation for the people in my lives who have distinct stations in their world. Over there, that's their music station. Around the corner and you hit their computer station. A little bit further down, entertainment station.

I was concerned because I didn't think I had stations and I was going to have to fight my nature to develop some. On my ride home from work, I realized that I actually do have stations; mine are just a little further apart.

I have a work station--my classroom. If I try to do work outside of this station, I fail horribly. This week, I've tried to bring work home each night and left the school around 4. It should have worked. But, oh it did not. When I stay at school until 6 p.m., I get tons done...just like tonight-Woo-woo.

Then, I have my rest station-my apartment. I putter. I talk to people I like. I sit quietly. I catch up on the world that can be reached through the w.w.w. It's lovely.

My final station is the rest of the world. It's the station that reminds me that I actually do like others and that fun can be had outside of rest stations. It's just that sometimes, I forget.