Only twenty days. Seems longer–a lot longer. And as I look ahead to the many days to come, I…. Well, I can’t do that. That tunnel is too long, that pitch is too steep. One day at a time. One step at a time. I have to live and work in the present moment, for that is all I can sustain. And for now, it’s working. We are moving. We are learning. We are managing. And we will continue making our way, but if I am honest, I worry about the days, weeks, and months ahead. Can we sustain this strange? Yes. No. Maybe.

Not trying for a pity party here. Just worrying out loud. I worry about our fatigue, our apathy, our anxiety, our distance. Ours. All of us. Teachers. Students. Administrators. Parents. Society.

It is ours. All of it. And as long as we remain together and accept it as ours, I think we will be okay, but already, in various ways, I see the cracks forming, and I hope we can hold it together, for it is ours to hold. And our continued compassion and grace is all that’s going to sustain us on the long road ahead. We got this. But we gotta “got” each other, too.

Happy Wednesday, all. “Get” each other. We gotta. There is no other way.

Do. Reflect. Do Better.