Seasons change-people change.
As I took the dogs out for their morning jaunt I was drawn to walk to the right, toward a sunrise, cotton candy swirled sky. We walked our path, about 2 houses up the street, and turned back. The sky was totally different in the other direction. Foreboding. Grey. Looking out the window as my coffee was brewing I was pulled into thinking about the (rather obvious) way seasons represent us. This is probably no surprise, as I think in metaphors all the time, and as metaphors go, this one is pretty much just right there.
The coffee seemed to take forever as I stood there, and the Exposé tune irritatingly became the next song in my head. "Seasons change, people change...." I looked up the lyrics and won't go any further because, truth be told, they don't say much. But the trees and the cold breezes blowing in say everything those lyrics can't.
A week or so ago, winds blew down from the north taking the leaves and memories of the summer along with them. The woods in the back of our house have hundreds of tall, thin trees and more than one snapped in half during that windstorm. Within just a few weeks the view has transformed from vibrant warm hues to crispy brown and greys that rustle with white noise.
The past few months have been exhausting. Beginning of school issues with a series of events that required days of trouble shooting and constant communication, and the adjustment to commuting 10 hours a week among other things... and I feel like those crispy leaves. Dried up. Winter is ahead of us, and that thought alone is tiring. But later in the day I know I will rebound and multitask projects to beat the band. How often do we go through these transformations? I think it's much more often than season to season. Is it weeks? Days? Hours?
It's enough to overthink about in your own head let alone trying to figure out anyone else. That's what we do as educators, though. We have to take the time to intentionally consider what the weather is like in the minds of everyone we deal with, old or young. It takes a lot out of you. Maybe that's where the crispy feeling comes.
I don't have the answers anymore than the weatherman knows how to change the weather. I do know that it takes constant monitoring and adjustment. There is so much to think about, but it's so important. Failing to do so means that we will constantly miss opportunities to communicate effectively. Failing to listen to our own weather means that we will soon be under it and less available to help ourselves, let alone anyone else.
In closing: moisturize, hydrate, get the rest you need. Take care of yourself so you can take care of others. Nuclear winter is real, literally and figuratively, and can blow your house down.