Hope for a healthier and safer 2021 is alive and well, but we’re not there yet.
Friday, November 27, 2020…7:44pm The end of week 37. . We’re coming off a week spent at a desert vacation rental with my family. One day back in the summer,…
Somewhere along the way in the past 36 weeks I forgot to keep living in the both/and.
Here’s to changes in scenery and finding small blessings in this upside down life.
Friday, November 6. 2020…10:07am The end of week 34. All week I’ve had snippets of the song “Stuck In The Middle With You” by Stealers Wheel running through my head.…
I am feeling all the feels – all the feels for myself, for my teenagers who are deeply invested in this election as they come of age in an upside down world, for my core belief that we owe it to each other to fight for the common good, for my fear that another four years of the current administration will break us permanently as a society, and for my hope that we can find a way to remember the things that unite us and work through the things that divide us.
Every single bit of that exhaustion is real, and cumulative, and palpable. If it were solely a personal exhaustion, I could believe that it would dissipate with more sleep or better self care. But it’s not just a personal exhaustion. It’s a societal exhaustion and I have a feeling it’s effects will linger in all of us long into whatever a post-pandemic life looks like.
In week 32 of our schools being physically closed, the “want” in our family to be back on campus has to be secondary to the critical “need” for in person instruction for a small group of students. We can’t always get what we want, but I am deeply happy to see other kids getting what they truly need.