Pep talk to self: get outta this rut, you bat brain!
That’s how I started my Jewish New Year. Of course, I’m not technically Jewish, but any culture who forces me to observe their holiday and celebrate – by default – has my blessing.
And so, this is my Jewish New Year’s resolution: get back to the path intended and write. Enough of this side-show Bob stuff. I’ve pledged and delivered a bunch of commitments that have lead me astray and wondering where I was. While all were honorable experiences, and I’m grateful for the friendships it created – it’s time to get back to work. Spin off the redundant circle and start walking a straight line.
This morning, with the impeding first day of school less than 24 hours away, Summer of 2013 – seemed complete. I don’t know about my boys, but I enjoyed a memorable summer – which makes it all the more harder to go back and face a void. The Parent Coordinator of Samu’s school is battling stage 4 cancer and won’t be returning to work.
He’ll be devastated when he realizes she’s not there.
She used to greet him every morning with all the animal crafts she was working on, show him all the tools and tricks and even printed a frog and dragon for him to put together. He would hide in her office, whenever he felt anxious and take comfort among her paper zoo collection.
I’m not sure what to say when he asks me where she is. But it’s life like this that encouraged me to write in the first place – guess it’s no surprise that it shows up last.