January
January seems to be full of winter drama. I can recall blizzards and other snow storms at the beginning of the year. My children can remember what a “polar vortex” is, especially when it kept them from going to school.
January is also marked by my dad’s passing 24 years ago. I was on Winter break during my senior year of college with sparkling dreams and aspirations. Ok, I don’t sparkle, but you can imagine the naive outlook of one who can have their whole life on track believing they understand what adulthood is really like. Just like subzero cold, it smacked me hard and made me numb. Time moved slowly and I had to struggle to not be frozen in that moment. Even though I was able to go through the motions of student teaching and graduation, it took me a long time to thaw out.
I see 2021 as a time to heal from the pandemic. There is so much mental health that needs to be strengthened or those who have been isolated, ill, or traumatized by loss. We have to weather a few more storms to get to that point, just like we have in the past and how we will in the future.
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