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Holding Patterns
For a few weeks, I’ve not been able to creatively write — anything.
It’s taken every ounce of energy to write papers for my doctoral program, and to tell the truth, I probably would have taken a pause if I could have — but I’m glad I didn’t. Everything has just taken more effort.
Over the last eight weeks my home, like many others in the United States, has shifted from a place of comfort where we congregate at the beginning and the end of the day to a place where we stay all day. My daughters’ one-week spring break turned into a two-week break, then virtual school from home. My husband’s job changed to work from home, then furlough. My job, the job I dearly love, where I teach college students about management and the importance of managing well, along with leading a health care graduate program, went virtual.
The changes were too much for my brain. I had to hit pause on a few personal projects. I entered a holding pattern.
But we need holding patterns for a time.
Think about the seasons, specifically the trees. The trees hold their leaves through the summer, tight. Then at the right time, they let them go. They embrace their…
