We’ve reached the final few days of what is probably the worst school year ever due to COVID. I’m so grateful that the boys made it through and that in person learning will resume full-time once again this fall. I’d prefer to never, ever do this again.
This week is just fun stuff and a time to turn in missed assignments.
If this had been a typical year, I would be concerned with the boys grades. The reality is, they survived a global pandemic and still managed to make it to school everyday. Did they put in their best effort, I doubt it, but how many of us adults, just phoned it in this year? I know I did.
I’m once again first in line for parent pickup and I’m using the peace and quiet to get some writing done. I’ve been writing a lot more recently and it feels so good..
Writing is so therapeutic, even if no one else ever reads it. I currently have hundreds of drafts that I’ve written but for a million reasons, haven’t shared publicly, and that’s okay. The act of writing helps me to process life events, learn from them, and let them go. People ask me all the time how I haven’t lost my mind over the years. I feel like it’s largely do to the fact that I make a serious effort not to carry the past with me.
There are some things I haven’t figured out how to put down but I’m working on it. The stuff I experienced as a medic, is a prime example of things I carry with me still.
Anyway, it’s been a really good start to the week and I’m looking forward to see what life throws my way.