It’s the Jewish High Holy Days and the academic ones. I like that co-incidence. I like starting again right about now. The again is more important than the “starting”: I crave fresh-but-worn. I call my friends more often. It’s a new year that taps me on the shoulder a little after it’s arrived, not demanding a new me—just saying hello, how ya doing these days? And it’s a precious time in the semester when my focus is more on having ideas than pushing and wrangling them into paper-boxes.
New Year, Love Again. More Life!
New Year, Love Again. More Life!
New Year, Love Again. More Life!
It’s the Jewish High Holy Days and the academic ones. I like that co-incidence. I like starting again right about now. The again is more important than the “starting”: I crave fresh-but-worn. I call my friends more often. It’s a new year that taps me on the shoulder a little after it’s arrived, not demanding a new me—just saying hello, how ya doing these days? And it’s a precious time in the semester when my focus is more on having ideas than pushing and wrangling them into paper-boxes.