A new year started Sunday, but a new semester starts today. Sometimes it’s difficult to tell which is the most daunting. The last two semesters (spring 2022 and fall 2022) were different yet draining, so I’m not sure what to expect this time around, Once again, though, I think Caulfield is onto something.
Yesterday was one of those logistical/routine-maintenance days that breaks allow for. Took the car into the shop, had a visit with the dermatologist, spent some time at the gym before heading into school to get some work done. Lots of little, necessary things that will hopefully make the next few days go well.
But there’s always the detritus that Caulfield mentions, the stuff that clings to the bottom of the shoes you wore as you walked through the river. Often, it’s a matter of habits or dispositions frustrations that don’t go away just because a ball drops when a clock strikes midnight. But there are also new things in the mix: new students, new routines, new tasks to craft and execute. That’s a good thing. And I’m hoping that today is the start of a good semester.
(image from gocomics.com)