It was a dress with jeans kind of day, an I need comfort and a sense of self in my attire kind of day, an I don’t care if I don’t look like a college professor kind of day. (And seriously–any time I write the words “I am a college professor” I feel like it’s not real because it is such a minor part of who I am these days even though it is my day job.)
The view from here is not all rainbows and rosy hues, but it is hope tinged. Tomorrow is L1′s surgery and I’ve been artful in my practice of repression for the past few weeks, trying not to let my panic slip to the surface. We’ve joked and wondered and mostly ignored the dark side of this happening in our life. One day, one step, one breath at a time, right? Tomorrow, you’ll be here before we know it.
Good luck tomorrow. Lots of positive energy being sent your way.
Will be thinking of you guys tomorrow. And thank you for helping to broaden whatever it is that college professors look like! I’m teaching my own class this semester, and I definitely have been noticing my own attention to what I wear. I love dresses and jeans. (And when I’m not on campus, dresses over jeans that are ripped too much to really be appropriate on their own.)
Sending you all big hugs and lots of love for a healthy recovering. xoxo
Thinking of you all! Hoping for the best possibles.