It seems clear from this vantage point that the falling apart of things planned for this fall created the space for what needed to happen to happen. Another way of saying this is, “Thank God I am not teaching umpteen writing classes!” It also seems clear that my plans for myself are often the paler, safer version of what good ol ‘Saint Higher Power has in mind for me. To wit, my week:
I started a new job. I haven’t worked in a year. I survived an 8 hour orientation. Sort of. At least, I came back the next day. As Loretta LaRoche points out, if you really want to amuse your coworkers, waltz in, twirl, and announce, “I’m back!” I didn’t do that. I, like everyone else, was on my best behavior, went where I was supposed to go, learned a whole lot of stuff, was welcomed and welcomed, and when I came home I was happy to be there, but not exhausted, I noted, not exhausted. I look forward to doing my actual job which is going to be much easier than orientation.