I’ve found my brain.
As you can imagine, this comes as quite a relief.
Of course, I never really lost it. It was more like I’d lost my memory – and perhaps a few other crucial pieces of the mind that enable one to follow-through with tasks, work efficiently, and maintain a general sense of competency in life.
The sleep-deprivation of new parenthood is quite something, and I feel incredibly fortunate to have survived it due to having: 1.) a son who finally began sleeping through the night by eleven months; 2.) the luxury of a teacher’s summer vacation. As a result of the afore-mentioned truths, I’ve found my brain (as stated above).
As a result of finding my brain, I’ve started to remember things. Dan has asked me on numerous occasions if I’ve seen his glasses/keys/cap, and the thing is that not only have I seen them each time, but I remember where! It took me ages to write thank you notes for the many thoughtful gifts we received when Keats was born (and indeed there are probably some I neglected to ever write), yet this summer I’ve not only written a few thank yous, but also letters to friends and family for no particular reason. It’s quite amazing!
Most importantly, I’ve been able to reflect and make sense of those reflections.
And here’s the theme that keeps returning: connections.
How do we stay connected? We live in a world rife with connections, and yet I feel paradoxically more disconnected than ever before. I joined Facebook in 2007 with the idea that it would keep me connected to the friends I’d left behind when I moved back to England from Michigan. It did. And it didn’t. The same is true of my iPhone. I’m so much more connected in one sense. After all, I can check my BBC News app or email anytime I want and I can instantly communicate with anyone via text. I am indeed connected – virtually and superficially. I crave connections of greater depth – and ones that take more thought and time. And so I’ve begun a journey of reconnecting, of finding those missed connections.
My goals of this journey are:
To strengthen connections with and within my family
To strengthen connections with my friends
To reconnect with former students
To reconnect with nature
To reconnect with myself
My blog was going to purely be about these connections, but someone already had the url that I wanted. I stuck with My Cups of Tee, knowing that I can creatively manipulate each of my goals to fit within the three tees.
With the start of the school year two weeks away and a new job title after my name, life is about to accelerate. Part of reconnecting with myself, though, is taking time to write and making time to pursue each of my connection goals – no matter how busy life gets.
I want to reconnect. I need to reconnect.
I’ve found my brain; now I want to find my missed connections.
As you can imagine, this comes as quite a relief.
Of course, I never really lost it. It was more like I’d lost my memory – and perhaps a few other crucial pieces of the mind that enable one to follow-through with tasks, work efficiently, and maintain a general sense of competency in life.
The sleep-deprivation of new parenthood is quite something, and I feel incredibly fortunate to have survived it due to having: 1.) a son who finally began sleeping through the night by eleven months; 2.) the luxury of a teacher’s summer vacation. As a result of the afore-mentioned truths, I’ve found my brain (as stated above).
As a result of finding my brain, I’ve started to remember things. Dan has asked me on numerous occasions if I’ve seen his glasses/keys/cap, and the thing is that not only have I seen them each time, but I remember where! It took me ages to write thank you notes for the many thoughtful gifts we received when Keats was born (and indeed there are probably some I neglected to ever write), yet this summer I’ve not only written a few thank yous, but also letters to friends and family for no particular reason. It’s quite amazing!
Most importantly, I’ve been able to reflect and make sense of those reflections.
And here’s the theme that keeps returning: connections.
How do we stay connected? We live in a world rife with connections, and yet I feel paradoxically more disconnected than ever before. I joined Facebook in 2007 with the idea that it would keep me connected to the friends I’d left behind when I moved back to England from Michigan. It did. And it didn’t. The same is true of my iPhone. I’m so much more connected in one sense. After all, I can check my BBC News app or email anytime I want and I can instantly communicate with anyone via text. I am indeed connected – virtually and superficially. I crave connections of greater depth – and ones that take more thought and time. And so I’ve begun a journey of reconnecting, of finding those missed connections.
My goals of this journey are:
To strengthen connections with and within my family
To strengthen connections with my friends
To reconnect with former students
To reconnect with nature
To reconnect with myself
My blog was going to purely be about these connections, but someone already had the url that I wanted. I stuck with My Cups of Tee, knowing that I can creatively manipulate each of my goals to fit within the three tees.
With the start of the school year two weeks away and a new job title after my name, life is about to accelerate. Part of reconnecting with myself, though, is taking time to write and making time to pursue each of my connection goals – no matter how busy life gets.
I want to reconnect. I need to reconnect.
I’ve found my brain; now I want to find my missed connections.
To Palimpsest 