Coming home to an empty house is a double edged sword. Normally I am leaving in a few minutes to pick Fiona up from half day kindergarten, but today she goes home with a friend, giving me more minutes by myself to figure out what else I am going to do with my life. It feels like very soon, Fiona will be going to first grade and I will be faced with another transition. A transition I thought would be postponed by another child, but that door has been closed. So here I am. What to do now. Apparently sewing, folk music, and clouds bring some large issues to mind. I have to admit, I am dabbling with the idea of saying, enough, to conventional schooling. I'm not sure how long my contrarian side can hold out at our local elementary. But, I don't want to have a knee jerk reaction to my own issues, that strangles my kids closer to me. Although, I'm not sure if that is what that would be. I just want to see clearly, but I have learned that there aren't easy answers to these questions. And there isn't necessarily a right or best answer either. Atleast, not the kind that is ever clear to me.
Note* If you wish to avoid these types of streams of consciousness, I recommend not listening to Gillian Welch's Orphan girl on repeat.