It’s been a crazy year. Nothing happened that was supposed to happen. The things that did happen were so unexpected that I still feel like walking around with my mouth hanging open.
I’m missing places. I’m discovering places. I’m raising children. I’m homeschooling in a new place with new laws. I’m learning to care for the house fish (who knew our new house came with a pond full of Koi?). I’m learning to catch the metro, kids in tow. I’m trying to find the best place to get coffee.
I am burnt out.
I am word hungry.
When my brain is to tired to function, when I can’t answer another question from an enthusiastic mini me, when I’m tired of getting lost trying to find places, I crave words. I want nothing more than to learn about, everything. So that is what I’m doing. I’m filling my summer with words. I’m reading essays and poetry. I’m learning about local plants and gardening. I’m reading books about books so I know what I want to read and share with my children during the next school year.
I’m learning that it’s ok to feel burnt out. It’s ok to feel lost. Life is unpredictable. It’s okay to step back and refuel.