Life is weird, y'all. It is ever-changing. Sometimes we don't even realize how things in our childhood were until we look back at them with what we know now through a modern lens--not the rose-colored glasses of nostalgia. Dr.Seuss is has gone from a wocket in the pocket to a very sticky wicket. I was born in 1970. I grew up loving all the rhyming and wacky colorful books in the world of Seuss. I became a teacher in the early '90s and my elementary kiddos also loved his books. Dr. Seuss's birthday was a HUGE deal and we celebrated it wearing red and white striped hats and blue wigs and thinking about Mulberry Street. And yet... I can also remember loving my Saturday mornings with Fat Albert and his crew. I enjoyed Jell-o commercials. My teen years were spent at the Cosby house via the TV. I still giggle upon hearing "Dad is great, he feeds us chocolate cake." Bill Cosby was everybody's dad , for Pete's sake. Until he wasn't. Once
No matter how much I love my work---and believe me, I truly love my work--it can be hard to get motivated to go back into the big wide world after the winter break. Winter gloom is real--even living in Texas, in an area where it isn't often that it is super cold. Winter break gives me a chance to hobbit up in my home. I revert back to my natural sleep rhythms of late-night creativity and slow, cozy mornings, wrapped up in my fluffy robe with coffee in hand. I get to sit in my favorite chair and take my time to fully wake up. I have time to make yummy food without being stressed, and I have time to read and write without rushing myself into anything. So, for me, much of what I struggle with in going back to work is the pace & timing of things. I don't love leaving my warm, well-lit home when it is still dark outside. I don't love not getting a leisurely start to my day. The alarm goes off and I hit the ground running. I'm sure many of you can relate. This