A Year Without Rain
When I stuck my hands in the pocket of my rain jacket this morning, I found three receipts dated March 13, 2020. I sucked in a breath when I realized I hadn’t been out in the rain in over a year.
When I stuck my hands in the pocket of my rain jacket this morning, I found three receipts dated March 13, 2020. I sucked in a breath when I realized I hadn’t been out in the rain in over a year.
Like many parents, my partner and I agonized over the decision of whether or not our daughters should return to school in person this fall. New Jersey has the advantage of beginning the school year after Labor Day, so we’ve watched as state after state, family after family, has made the difficult choice before us. Many districts opted for all virtual instruction, but for others, like ours, parents have the option to choose between virtual or in-person learning.
Sure, when I read The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, I fantasized about carefully curated capsule wardrobes and matchy-matchy stackable storage bins. But I also couldn’t stop thinking: “So what if it doesn’t spark joy? What if I need it someday?”And 2020 has been full of somedays.
Was it uncomfortable wearing a mask in the heat at the beach? Yes. But I will continue to wear it each and every time I come in contact with people “outside my circle.”