I have the same experience when school ends!!! I went a little further into panic mode because I technically quit my job to homeschool two of my kids this coming year, but then it all just loomed ahead of me, and the thought of teaching my autistic child chemistry and Algebra 1 made my head spin. I started looking for jobs—for an escape. I actually applied for two jobs, and I haven’t heard a thing. But I’m in a place of peace now—no what ifs lingering. I’m working out with one of my sons, and that’s brought some routine to my days, and there have been plenty of opportunities to play Uber for the non-driving children. But man, the first two weeks kinda had me in a mess. I know routine is important for me, but ending school this year just kind of took me by surprise. I didn’t expect to feel so rootless!
I once wrote a piece on the existential crisis I’d have every time the aerobics instructor shouted, “Don’t forget to breathe,” and I’d realize I was indeed holding my breath. How often do I deprive my brain of oxygen and not even know it?
I only wish my thoughts during core time were this contemplative. My brain’s soundtrack goes more like, “I hate this. I hate James. I hate everything.” But it does settle into a more grateful reality with slow sit-ups. 😂
But my gosh, Sara, this is yet again such a thoughtful (and funny/yearning… the emotions are always mixed) reflection! It makes me want to write, even if it’s not half as good. This is the same feeling I get walking out of an amazing symphony, so… good things!
I have the same experience when school ends!!! I went a little further into panic mode because I technically quit my job to homeschool two of my kids this coming year, but then it all just loomed ahead of me, and the thought of teaching my autistic child chemistry and Algebra 1 made my head spin. I started looking for jobs—for an escape. I actually applied for two jobs, and I haven’t heard a thing. But I’m in a place of peace now—no what ifs lingering. I’m working out with one of my sons, and that’s brought some routine to my days, and there have been plenty of opportunities to play Uber for the non-driving children. But man, the first two weeks kinda had me in a mess. I know routine is important for me, but ending school this year just kind of took me by surprise. I didn’t expect to feel so rootless!
Here’s an idea… drive to Nashville this morning and let’s cool down together. Another home-run, Sara!! I’m on your side with the scissors.
Ah, I should’ve made a poll!
I once wrote a piece on the existential crisis I’d have every time the aerobics instructor shouted, “Don’t forget to breathe,” and I’d realize I was indeed holding my breath. How often do I deprive my brain of oxygen and not even know it?
I only wish my thoughts during core time were this contemplative. My brain’s soundtrack goes more like, “I hate this. I hate James. I hate everything.” But it does settle into a more grateful reality with slow sit-ups. 😂
But my gosh, Sara, this is yet again such a thoughtful (and funny/yearning… the emotions are always mixed) reflection! It makes me want to write, even if it’s not half as good. This is the same feeling I get walking out of an amazing symphony, so… good things!
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I FELT this: "The school doors close and the body goes, 'Wait, where is God and paradise?'"