Greetings, LIFE WARRIORS…it’s been awhile. Our day-to-day as we know it has changed a bit since my last post.
For me, life has consisted of slogging away in my distance-teaching hidey-hole for the last 9 weeks. And I have the gray pallor and Zoom-induced smile lines to prove it.
I know I’m one of the lucky ones, though – I kept my job and my health, and I’m so appreciative of both. But, I’m not going to lie – I’m exhausted. Even as I lament the missed in-person experiences with my students as well as the absence of closure (and many hugs) that would normally help put a sweet stamp on another year, I think I may collapse in gratitude simply for not having to create another Google Slides presentation.
Just four weeks to go.
Another thing I will be grateful for is time to write again. Because, friends, that hasn’t been happening, either. Which is why, in paradoxical fashion, it’s fitting that today I’m over at author Christi Craig’s place talking about why I write. Or, more accurately, why I still consider myself a writer, even when I’m really good at not being one.
Is this a foolish notion? Maybe. But I’m OK with playing the part of a fool. (Just ask my kids.) So, if you have a moment, please pop on over to see what this fool believes, and let me know if you (foolishly?) agree.
So, how have you been, my reading and writing friends? What has your new normal looked like? And, most importantly, do you own a Harry Potter face mask? Please share your pandemic predicaments in the comments. Stay well!
Click on the picture below to visit me at Christi Craig’s Sunday Series, Why I Write – thank you!
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