Good Tuesday evening.
Last I blogged (click here) we were in the middle of the long, hot July slog, and I told you I was on the hunt for some throw pillows for our living room. Reader, rejoice with me; I found some wonderful throw pillows.
About a month ago I was putting together a syllabus for this semester. I typed Fall 2020 at the top, and then I paused.
My first semester teaching at Delta Community College was the Fall of 2010. I turned thirty that semester. I was five months pregnant with Reagan when that semester began. By the time I delivered my last lecture that December I had to drag a chair to the front of the classroom and sit while I spoke. I turned in my grades and rosters and other required paraphernalia and had Reagan within days. It worked out well. By the time I returned to teach for the Spring 2011 semester she was a little over a month old.
Reagan will be ten in December. If you are good with math you've already figured out that I will turn forty very soon. In fact, one month from today I will turn forty. How do I feel about this? Honestly, I am not sure.
Life continues to move regardless of whether or not I know how I feel about it, and here's what we've been doing. What we have been doing is reveling in the return of some sense of normalcy.
Henry officially graduated from Kindergarten the day before he began first grade.
I cried a little bit. I love him so much.
So, anyway, my mental list of goals for my next decade is short thus far. Prior to yesterday it included two items:
1. Read Midnight Sun
2. Go to Scotland
Now, after a really inspiring message from a former student it includes three items:
1. Read Midnight Sun
2. Go to Scotland
3. Write fiction again
Having experienced the process of writing and editing and publishing a book is an enormous deterrent to anyone who thinks she might once again want to write and edit and publish a book. You just have to want to tell a story even if you're the only one who ultimately loves it, but let me tell you, even one person who reads it and loves it too is so encouraging, sometimes encouraging enough to make you think it's a good idea to try all over again.
This odd year marches on, and we are into the -ber months now, the best time of the year. It is of course still fairly hot in Louisiana, but hopefully we will soon enjoy cooler mornings and evenings that will, Lord willing, eventually give way to legitimately cold days on which I will float on the air with happiness clad in my sweaters, boots, and scarves. As my astute readers know, the image atop this blog is a page from The Great Gatsby, and that line, Life starts all over again when it gets crips in the fall, is one of my favorite lines in the novel (though there are countless exquisite lines). I hesitate to use the word crisp to describe much of the current Louisiana weather, but we're getting there. Despite what the calendar says, for someone who loves college football and has always, first as a student and then as an instructor, been tied to the school calendar, my new year begins right about now.
I pray you are well. My intent is to return in about a month's time and share with you my completed list of goals for my next decade. I know you'll be on pins and needles waiting for that to drop. I suppose I will likely now sign off for the last time as a woman in her thirties. I was thirty when I hit Publish on my first blog nearly ten years ago on March 30, 2011. It is unbelievable to me that nearly a decade has passed since that day. It's been a good decade, a great one, truly, and to have shared much of it here with you, in this little space I carved out on the Internet, via pictures and words and the occasional gif, has been a tremendous blessing to me. Thank you for reading, for commenting, for praying when it was requested and maybe even when it was not. I will, the Lord willing, return with more words, pictures, and gifs to explain the myriad of emotions that accompany forty.