{"id":231,"date":"2021-08-26T16:46:54","date_gmt":"2021-08-26T16:46:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/justtyping.blog\/?p=231"},"modified":"2021-08-26T16:46:54","modified_gmt":"2021-08-26T16:46:54","slug":"not-ready","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/justtyping.blog\/?p=231","title":{"rendered":"Not Ready"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"700\" height=\"933\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/justtyping.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/NotReadyPic.jpeg?resize=700%2C933&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-232\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/justtyping.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/NotReadyPic.jpeg?resize=768%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/justtyping.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/NotReadyPic.jpeg?resize=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/justtyping.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/NotReadyPic.jpeg?resize=700%2C933&amp;ssl=1 700w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/justtyping.blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/NotReadyPic.jpeg?w=960&amp;ssl=1 960w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 700px) 100vw, 700px\" \/><figcaption>Image Description: C living her best summer life, wearing her hat, sunglasses and a swim shirt. She is drinking with a straw from a glass of orange juice while her other hand holds a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I&#8217;m not ready for the new season. Getting up earlier, rushing through the same morning routine five days a week, none of that is appealing. I&#8217;m not excited about restarting the Zoom social group on Mondays after school. I&#8217;m not keen to pull out my raincoat and umbrella or even to shop for the new boots I will need. Yes, I am glad that the rain will start again as I know that it is desperately needed, I just don&#8217;t want to be walking in it to and from school every day. I am loathe to start advocating again, despite my promise to myself at the end of last school year that this year I would try harder. I know what&#8217;s required of me but don&#8217;t feel the energy I hoped I would with a new school year, one that held promise of being different. Instead I&#8217;m feeling the dread of the sameness. Another year of daily mask-washing, nose swabbing when the inevitable symptoms appear, potentially not seeing the inside of the school once again, hovering at the periphery of my daughter&#8217;s education, wondering about what is being accomplished. Another year of uncertainty and vigilance and being told what we can and can&#8217;t do. I know what helped me through the last one but resent the need to suck it up and persist through, once again. I just don&#8217;t want to. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But I will. I&#8217;ll continue the regular yoga practice. I&#8217;ll do the dance classes, show my vaccine passport and maybe even even use it to watch some dance in a theatre. I&#8217;ll keep scheduling the monthly Zoom chat with friends and continue to try (never successfully) to avoid leading the conversation to case counts, vaccines and the like. I&#8217;ll keep emptying a new box of puzzle pieces onto the dining room table. I&#8217;ll interact with parent acquaintances in PAC meetings, likely through a screen, again. I&#8217;ll put on the mask, over and over and over again. But I&#8217;ll never be quite ready for this season and all of its old familiar feelings, to be back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m not ready for the new season. Getting up earlier, rushing through the same morning routine five days a week, none of that is appealing. 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