The shortest day and the longest night. As I have said before, this is not the cosmic combo I would order, or at least not now, in this season of my life.
Right now I can use all available daylight. It will be pleasurable to someday luxuriate in an early nightfall, eating an early supper, and retiring early to bed. Every now and then, I allow myself to indulge in fantasies of imaginary days (and nights) to come, when my life might be more ordered, and more as it once was.
I don’t dwell on these thoughts. But they sometimes beckon, their spirits taking on the semblance of a magazine, or revealed in the purchase of a tablecloth, or of stationery, or a book. These are the trappings of a life I’d like to lead again someday, one that I once led.
I’m lucky to have an innate sense of adventure. If I had a chance to “mom” again or to teach again, I would look for opportunities to flip that switch in their little psyches. A sense of adventure is mandatory if you are going to embrace change as a friend.