Spring, can you come now?
I am weary of making slides, of conducting classes in my living room and courting cool ideas, only to let people down by sagging with mental exhaustion into the mattress to read one more chapter. I am tired of mediating struggles about what makes a better slide and caring about education and exclusion and beautiful things and good ideas.
My responses are adequate. I respond, but only just. My kids, more tuned into my tone than anyone else in my life, gauge my responses and shield themselves from rejection by phrasing their suggestions in particular ways-ways that (hopefully) elicit something more than a flat, monotone response from me, and limit the utterance of the word no.
I am in need of soil and light to lean into.
The dreams of being sucked below the surface keep coming. I need to warm up out on crumbly arid sand.
The only thing that releases this stress is "spring cleaning". 3 weeks before it arrives. If I clean, I can justify working alone. If I clean enough, the results will give me enough resilience to be present.
Do you have winter days like these?