It’s been three months since I wrote my Life After K-12 blog. I have been sorting myself out, trying to look at what moving on means and what that is going to look like.
I have declared that this summer I am taking a vacation and reducing my services and social media presence.
Less than 24 hours later, I was cleaning out my office at 5 am. Weeding through old textbooks I no longer need, books I would rather pass on. It was a synaptic neuron trim in physical form. Six bags ready to be donated.
In the process, it sparked a new blog. I’ll post it tomorrow.
I just can’t, for the life of me, seem to be able to shut up.
It seems every time I declare a break, I end up cleaning and clearing, only to start writing more.
People have asked me what my plans are. I can never see myself running for a school trustee position. That is way too peopley for me. Too much attention. Zero interest in participating in a political role. I don’t want to lead an organization either that I am currently not entrenched in, as the membership is. Being on the outskirts of that experience pushes me in another direction. My perspective is different. My nervous system has stabilized.
So now what?
So now I write.
Everyone who knows me well always chuckles when I say I am taking a break. They give me two days.
They aren’t completely wrong. I actually haven’t even lasted two days. I have submitted to and accepted my internal machine that seems to have an unlimited energy source. So why fight it?
Trying to damn the flow seems to exhaust me, and when I put pen to paper, I feel happy and energized. In the groove.
I love writing. It’s solitary. It’s a quiet activity that, when shared, is loud. My kind of loud. It is a process that takes the chaotic party happening in my head and funnels it into something speakable.
And so I write.
Not quite sure what to do with everything… yet. Where I want to carve out the river. But I’ll figure it out. I just need to keep writing. That I know.