It has been a restless night. Is it the storm outside? The backache I’ve been working around all week? My experiences and thoughts during the day?
At 4:00 I give up trying to sleep, get coffee and my notebook, and begin writing to the rhythm of rain and wind.
Is my body reacting to Jazzercise, the humidity, what I’ve been eating, my age? I’ve been adjusting and assessing.
Hold your shoulders back, my mother would say. My rounded shoulders are becoming more pronounced with age. This morning I wonder if it’s my heart I’m protecting.
Spring semester begins this week. Last semester ended the first week of December. Yesterday morning during new intern orientation, I realize how much I’ve missed the routine. A month of introspection and rest were welcome, but I need meaningful work in my life.
It’s January, Laura, named for Janus, the two-faced god looking to the future and past, a god of beginnings and transitions, of gates, doors, doorways, endings and time.
Well that makes sense.