this isn’t how I started out

I didn’t start this day wishing for red wine, but this is how I’m finishing.

This morning, I was stepping light with eyes to the sky and the best commuter disposition for late buses and rerouted trains. I was loving my light cardigan layer and the ever-so-slight autumn crispness in the air with a hymn in my heart. I was smiling at strangers and thoughtfully pondering devotions on the A train.

It was storybook stuff.

Then work happened – the messy work of a pilot program in a public school in New York City. It feels like we’re knitting a sweater with a live ball of yarn. We are both wrestling and knitting in a maddening simultaneous struggle.

I didn’t start out like this and maybe the night commute can still cure me. I just know my eyes shouldn’t feel like lead and my brain shouldn’t feel like grits.

Oh, and I’m taking suggestions for red wine.

2 thoughts on “this isn’t how I started out

  1. Thanks for sharing, Caroline. Wish we could drink wine together tonight 🙂 Hope tomorrow is a better, easier day for you!

    1. Thank you, Allison. The good and the hard days, too, shall pass. So, I’m digging for that steady song that runs underneath the mortal rhythm.

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