I generally find September to December the longest part of the school year. We have several breaks that help to punctuate the time from January until June, plus the added benefit of lengthening days and the promise of summer. This is the first year I can recall not feeling beat up by December! Despite the darkness (sunrise yesterday was at 9:35 and sunset was at 3:55) I've remained incredibly upbeat and full of energy. I've barely noticed the shortened days. This year is in such contrast to last year but I guess that is the ying and yang of life.
Hard to believe that in six months I will be at the end of teaching for a bit and at the beginning of something new again. I'm not sure if it is good or bad that I've not had much time to think about it. Probably good! All I know is that life is worth the journey no matter the form it takes.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
from the poem Crossroads by Joyce Sutphen