Sleeping in past my alarm. Scrolling on my phone. Taking Phoebe for a longer walk than just a quick pee before heading out the door. Do I read for a while on the couch? Do I get some copywriting out of the way? Do I have time to go down to the pool for a bit before my first meeting?
I sit down instead to write my weekly slice. Something short and sweet to capture this limbo feeling.
It’s strange adjusting to this new normal. One where I don’t have to be there by 8am, don’t need to have all the copies and materials ready to go, don’t need to “turn it on” as the first student walks through the door. One that doesn’t include passing colleagues in the hall, chatting with them at lunch, laughing at the darnedest things the kids say.
“It’s so weird to be at school without you!!” Male texted me this morning.
“It’s so weird to not be there!” I replied.
This morning is calm and quiet. There’s no buzzing sensation as I rev up for the day. Phoebe’s curled up against me on the couch. The clock ticks, the boats cruise by on the water.
It’s strange, this calm, but it’s also really, really nice.
Writing With Abandon 
Leave a reply to Amy Crehore Cancel reply