Monday, January 3, 2022

Reorientation

I've worn my hair in a ponytail for 10 days straight, and I've been highly irritated with the weather for the previous nine days. I am not sure what day of the week it is or what the actual date is and we're in the season of writing the wrong year for the next several weeks. I love ponytails, it's fun for a bit to forget what day/date it is and I live for the day when leggings and sweatshirts are promoted to business casual. And yet - I've arrived at the place in this 'break' where I feel disoriented - a state certainly made worse by the bizarre weather we've had. The weather apparently felt disoriented too - we went from 70 degrees yesterday to a light dusting of snow this morning - it's all gone now, but it finally feels like an authentic Sun-mon-tues-whatever-day in January. 

Here we are - reorientation season in the year 2021, I mean 2022. I'm almost ready to re-establish routine, find a rhythm and get back to it. And yet - I've just delayed the start of preschool until January 10 for students thanks to Covid. Remember the good ole days when we heard the word 'pandemic' and thought of the past? I miss those good ole days. Along with 'pandemic', I'd like to retire the following words: pivot, unprecedented, surge, masks, social distance; let's also retire the practice of having not only a Plan A & B, but plans C, D, E, F, & G. 

So friends, what even is re-orienting in these days? Are consistent rhythms even possible? I don't have answers to these questions but I am pleased to say a shift from the rhythm that emerged
August-December has fueled me to try to figure them out. May grace abound throughout the quest and may wonder and gratitude be my north star as a new year, with some leftover warts of the previous year, hits its stride. 

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