Tired but Happy

I had a good meeting with some SKS folks tonight. There is nothing earth-shattering going on, either philosophically or organizationally . . . just the usual suspects. Planning for the fall semester . . . meetings, lectures, social events, contacts. There is more to do and less certainty than there has been in the past; far from our best year, but not our worst, either.

And yet I feel mildly euphoric. I should be depressed by how much there is to do, and I'm not. I feel excited . . . the release of knowing that I'm doing what I ought to be doing. I've been in a rut for so long that jumping out of the track for even a single evening feels mind-altering.

Sometimes I think that, if I could just figure out where this feeling comes from, what really causes it and what I'm responding to, I would know my life's purpose. Because that's the way I want to feel all the time.