I’m not sure what metaphor to use for the last few weeks… whether it’s been a freight train or a fire hose hitting me. 

Personally, professionally, politically…there is just so much. And sometimes it feels like too much. I try to remember that others have lived through times like these – times when the disasters keep coming, one after the other, but that only brings so much comfort when I bury myself in the news and find myself despairing of things ever turning out okay.

If this sounds like I’m not okay – don’t worry, I am. I’m not in the pits of despair (although I may have come close this weekend, with the news of Ruth Bader Ginsberg’s death…). But it is just, well, a lot. 

Things have really taken off with the semester and keeping up with readings, classes, commenting on posts, and grading assignments has taken up a large part of my time. 

Dealing with personal relationship issues and trying not to push them off to the side because, well, I can. (I’m guilty of trying to avoid these issues sometimes…) 

Trying to remain connected to those who support me and give me strength, and recognizing that this is essential to my well-being (vs. just taking time away from everything else). Remembering to email those who have many more challenges than I do. 

And then, well, the national disasters. I said I don’t like to get into politics but at this point in 2020, it’s impossible not to. 

200,000 dead. One of the worst responses to a pandemic in the developed world. Unnecessary death and suffering and difficulties for families across the countries. Fires raging out of control. So many hurricanes and tropical storms that we’re into the Greek alphabet. An illegitimate president (sorry, it’s my stance) doing everything he can to hang on to power to continue his destruction of our democracy, aided and enabled by the worst possible political allies and sycophants. The death of a feminist icon, a Supreme Court justice who stood for women’s rights, voting rights, and well, human rights, likely to be replaced by an ideological opposite who makes me worry for the future we are leaving our children. 

It’s just. so. much. And yet, I know we’re not the first country to go through things like this (I originally wrote “challenges” but that’s much too wishy-washy a term for everything going on). And I try to remember, as the inimitable Leonard Cohen said… “There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” 

Perhaps the cracks in our society, in our world, and in our personal lives that have opened in 2020 are providing the means by which we will move into a more enlightened future. I can only hope – it’s what I have left. 

Time to start the semester… in the middle of a pandemic… a social and cultural crisis… a presidential election like none I have ever seen before…

Time to start teaching fully online, when I am used to being in a comfortably-sized conference room with my students, where I can easily see their faces and reactions. Time to meet a new group of students – some of whom I’ve had before, admittedly, and others whose ideas and questions and plans are as yet unknown to me. 

I actually had an anxiety dream last night about this… the uncertainty, not knowing whether people will show up, whether they will do the work. I can only do so much – but I am one of those professors who takes pride in my ability to engage students, to make them want to contribute to the class. Can I translate that to online interactions? I guess we’ll see. 

In the end, my most important role is to encourage their thinking, their growth, their questions. I love seeing how they evolve and grow over the course of 15 weeks. I just have to remember that every year, I have to jump in with both feet. And every year, it works out. And this year will be different, but I hope that part is the same. 

I don’t know from where I got this quote, but it seems appropriate to the day:

“…isn’t that the making of a little scientist? The curiosity; asking questions; not getting the right answer; deciding to find out for yourself; making a mistake; not giving up; learning patience.”

 “It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” ― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

I know that this is far from an original thought during the pandemic, with all of the ways, large and small, that we’ve been required to adapt to the rapidly shifting circumstances. 

But yesterday, my perspective shifted a bit and I realized, this has become, well, normal. At least normal for now. It’s normal for me to have my mental list of “things I need to take if I’m going to the store / going on a walk / etc.” And for that list to automatically include “mask”, well, let’s just say that it obviously wasn’t that way this time last year. 

It hit me yesterday when I was talking to my second mother. I asked what travel plans they’d canceled (too numerous to list; they’re retired and love to travel [and have the means]), and somehow we got around to people who have stayed with them in the past 6 months. That included a couple who came from Florida, en route to a northern destination. My 2nd mom said something along the lines of “Well, we asked them to wear their masks in the house, and we kept the windows open even though the air conditioning was on.” And it hit me… that it was completely normal to me that she asked them to keep their masks on. 

I mentioned to her that I’m likely not going back to the office for at least a calendar year, and again, that’s now, well, normal. 

I am perpetually behind on reading others’ blogs, and one thing that’s been really interesting is reading pandemic-related posts a few weeks after they went up. The hardest ones to read were the ones from May, when states were reopening and things looked, well, reasonable. Until it all went south (as, honestly, I anticipated it would) in June. Everyone was so hopeful – looking forward to “getting back to the way things were”. And I think, as we’ve all realized, that just isn’t going to happen. 

Adaptation to change is part of being human. If you don’t adapt in some way to changing circumstances, you’re not going to get very far. Evolution. Societal shifts. Changes in the political leadership of our country (although, honestly, I haven’t normalized the person currently in the White House, I find that I have normalized the insanity that emanates from there on a daily basis…). Sometimes this happens so subtly that we don’t realize it’s happening. I think what hit me this weekend was how quickly we had to accept the way things are now had to be. 

Anyway, like I said, not an original thought, but it is fascinating to see how it plays out in life. 

“There can be no life without change, and to be afraid of what is different or unfamiliar is to be afraid of life.” ― Theodore Roosevelt