Post by Jenny
weeks, my local discount stores have been bursting at the seams with superhero
lunch boxes, bins of crayons, and dorm-sized refrigerators. Flip-flops and
swimsuits are on clearance, replaced by sweaters and wooly socks. No matter how
much I might want to turn back the clock to gain another few weeks of vacation,
I can’t. School starts this week, and everyone in my house is trying to shift
Back-to-school time has me thinking about the difference between starting over and
starting again. Although my boys go through the same routines each
August—school supply shopping, getting their schedules, meeting teachers—they
aren’t starting over. If they were, they’d be back in kindergarten every year.
Instead, they are starting again, hopefully with most of the stuff they’ve
learned in prior years still floating around somewhere in their heads.
(barely) kept up with blogging this summer, but as far as other writing goes, I
took time off. A lot of time. I didn’t plan to, and whenever I read about how
many of you were working so hard, I felt guilty and toyed with the idea of kicking
things up a notch. For a variety of reasons, I didn’t, which left me with the heavy
feeling that the next time I sit down at my desk to write, I will be starting
watching students from elementary to college preparing for school makes me
realize that I’m not starting over, either. I still have all the words I’ve
written—no matter how dusty they might be now—the classes I’ve taken, the
knowledge I’ve gained. And my brain never really takes the summer off, even
when it’s a case of the spirit being willing but the flesh being lazy. I’m
always thinking about my next step, and whether it will take me forward,
backward, or sideways. So Tuesday, when my boys start again, I will, too. I
might even buy myself some new writer’s supplies to make it official.
the end of summer a productive time for you?