Earlier this week, Becca posted, “How is it still September? September has been happening FOREVER.” It feels true -- summer seems so far behind us -- but still, the weeks spin crazily by. Last Sunday night I found myself looking so greedily forward to where I sit right now. This Friday night, this couch, the kids asleep, and the promise of an agenda-free weekend, something we haven’t seen in what feels like a very long time. We’ve packed our days lately. I don’t regret any of our full weekends, because they’ve been full of spending time with people we enjoy, but also, I haven’t yet figured out how to emerge from that kind of weekend feeling well-rested and refreshed. Going to bed at a reasonable hour would help, but that particular habit has grown a bit rusty since last June. Also there’s this crazy teaching thing I do on the weekdays. That’s the part that always makes the time speed up. The endless motion, the ebb and flow, the rhythms of the days. It’s energizing and exhausting, both.
Tonight I went out to dinner with Kyanne and realized I haven’t seen her since I’ve been back in the classroom, and we had so much to process. Earlier this week I had a day in which I felt so down and discouraged, a day in which I listened to all the wrong voices, and I sent out a distress call of sorts. It was answered immediately. I had some good coaching, you might say, and by Wednesday my head and my heart were back in the game. May I never take for granted the teacher friends I have who get it, who carve out space for me to feel all the messy feelings, and who remind me exactly why I have chosen this. May I always carve out space in return.
So September has been very, very full, and lacking in Sunday afternoon naps, which is why I’ve had my sights on this weekend for about a month-and-a-half. Tomorrow we’re planning a trip to the Elliott Bay Book Company so I can buy The Lowland by Jhumpa Lahiri and Maddaddam by Margaret Atwood, followed by dinner at Veggie Grill for some of my favorite comfort food. And on Sunday -- which promises heavy rain and wind, according to the weather reports -- I am going to take an afternoon nap, and woe to anyone who dares to interfere. Our house will feel a little chilly because we haven’t yet turned on the heat, and I’ll curl up under my favorite blanket on the couch in the semi-dark of our living room, lulled to sleep by the sound of the wind and rain. October, I am ready for you.
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