Okay, I don't like to compare myself to our Lord on the day He rose from the dead, but I like words and these seemed fitting for the occasion for the title of my blogpost today.
Let me explain. School started. Then Covid hit.
4 weeks later, this is how I'm feeling. Risen from the dead.
My writing is important to me. Last Saturday, I made a point to attend my Christian Writer's Group despite the mounds of planning and preparing for the new school year I needed to do.
When I told the group about my new schedule and demanding workload, one respected group member replied, "Well, you could start writing again in November." And that seemed to make sense to me. I'm learning to tune into the different rhythms of my life.
"There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven," the writer states in Ecclesiastes so eloquently.
As a teacher, fall is the season of focused attention on the new school year. The writing I will be doing will consist of curriculum and lesson planning. However, once I establish my groove, November sounds like a fine time to begin writing my book again.
How can you rearrange your fall rhythm to live it more peacefully and at ease?
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