We are going back to school. Three out of the four of us are actually beginning school very soon. This is disorienting, a little scary and a lot confusing. Communication in our school systems are not always the best. We knew last minute that our eldest, now in grade 10, was going back to school in person. I don’t know much about how it will work for me in college either (Cégep here in Québec).
And if there is something that throws me off, it’s incertitude. Big time..!
- I hate moving. Because it forces me to stay in the present moment and it is not something I am used to. But especially because it confronts me with the reality that we own way too many physical items. With the pandemic, garage sales are forbidden by our city but it’s out of the question to dump everything; it would be way better to sell some of it because they could still be useful to somebody. What to do?
- I should be a fucking hairstylist… been colouring my daughters’ hair and it’s always a nerve-racking process for me (I know this is just hair but still).
- I can be a fucking amazing friend and a fucking great teammate. But talking to people brings a lot of anxiety.
- Some classes I have already bring a lot of excitement. I am talking about photography, cinema, P.E. (which was an option I had between lots of different sorts of training and I picked the right one for me). Some lead to a pretty high dose of stress, like literature. If you don’t know, in France I specialized in literary studies so I know all about writing dissertations and text commentaries. But I HATED it. Plus… it was 17 years ago, in another country.
- I am learning to let go of the fears I hold around my 13 yo daughter not doing her schoolwork, not knowing at least a little about what she wants to do with her life later on. It is not my job to push her again and again but to listen and guide.
- Therapy kicks my ass.
- Code-switching is a real thing! I noticed how I switch to speaking teenagers-from-Québec-slang when talking to my classmates, which I don’t do normally. WTF.