I fell into a blackhole.
For three months I was in a vortex awash in numbers, grammar, and a strange mathematical language I’ve never heard before. There were diagrams that could be used to decode the most baffling of mathematical word problems. Figures of speech wove through the math. They were chased by inference quizzes and, oh the horror, spelling tests. Words and numbers were everywhere, drawing me ever deeper into the depths.
And then, bloop, I popped out the other side. The world had turned chilly, but the sun shone. The blackhole was gone, and I could breathe again.
Yup. Distance Learning. I had no idea how thoroughly it would destroy my schedule.
In the last few months, I’ve been able to squeeze in a few minutes of writing and/or editing each day. But my blogging time went up in a cloud of smoke.
Then, as seems to happen in our new normal, things changed again and my efforts to claw out blogging time were suddenly rewarded. I staggered to my desk, and here I am typing away.
I’m still getting interrupted—let’s not paint this as too rosy a picture. But I am getting the time, and those around me understand this is important to me. One of the things our new normal has reinforced for me is priorities and where things fall in the list of priorities.
I’ve also learned how flexible our language is and how it changes. So much of the math verbiage I learned is no longer used that, though the principles are the same, I had to relearn the language in order to help the kiddos.
I’m just happy to be out of the blackhole.