As the new year gets under way I recall a couple days back, standing in my garage, listening to the rain subside, looking out through the door to the darkness in the backyard.
There I was, shapeshifter, projecting forward, writing about the past. My own little take on shape-shifting, maybe more seer forward, looking back.
Is it normal, this behavior? It’s my normal, that’s for sure. A seer, seeking…what?
Is it normal, going to bed at eight o’clock at night? It is for me, planned to get up three hours before the sun…
…but too, my easiest, cheapest, most available coping mechanism, slumber, dear slumber…sleep, deep I pray, deep.
I consider a piece I heard about teachers battling in the second year of Covid; their words ring true to me, struggle, without end it seems, but also resolve.
This truth is at the core, their resolve to see it through, this difficult time, thru.
Is it normal to buckle down? For how long? Not clear, no no, not clear.
This through-line for me: lean-in, keep going, keep learning, be open, take care of yourself, find the little bits of joy to sustain along the way…
In work, parenting, marriage, divorce, all relationships, regular everyday, big things, little things, finding inspiration, waiting through the times of feeling stalled out,
Is it normal to feel all this? I think so.
I think it’s called life.