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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