Its two weeks into the New Year and I haven’t managed a single blog post.
It’s been two weeks of teaching. (Winter quarter starts early at UW.) Two weeks of late nights and early mornings. Two weeks of forging new connections while juggling old responsibilities.
I will find my groove. I always do. I’m just not there yet.
I have no huge resolutions for 2023. Just keep doing what I’ve been doing—small steps to continued improvement whether thinking about teaching, health, relationships, or the future.
Another transition is approaching and I’m not sure what’s next. I keep telling myself it’s ok to exist in the moment. The future will work itself out. New adventures await if I stay open to the possibilities.
The cover image comes from this morning’s walk with my husband along the waterfront. It truly matches my mood: a little foggy, a little color, but always looking for beauty.
Math in the Time of Corona 