This is not a new year’s post.<\/p>\n
And everything seems to have gone terribly wrong that can
\nBut one breath at a time is an acceptable plan
\nShe tells herself
\nAnd the air is still there
\nThis morning it’s even breathable
\nAnd for a second the relief is unbelievable<\/p>\n–Ani diFranco, “Tamboritza Lingua”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Over the winter break, in addition to reading all the things<\/a>, we took a break from social media.<\/p>\n
We stepped back and walked away. We went outside. And we cried for the people and energy and love 2020 stole from us all, and then we sat down in the snow for a while and just looked up at the sky.<\/p>\n
Maybe this is sounding familiar. Maybe this is sounding clich\u00e9. Happy new year.<\/p>\n
But as the days passed, one by one, with no notifications ringing our phones and disrupting our long walks, we began to see the bigger picture.<\/p>\n
And that’s this: this new year can only be managed in tiny chunks.<\/p>\n
There’s no way we can make resolutions for the full year ahead because who even knows what that’s going to look like. Just asking the question feels like inviting disaster.<\/p>\n
But we also know that we need a plan. We need to support educators and students, school communities and families.<\/p>\n
Once we stopped wandering around in the snow and came back inside, one of the first things to greet us on twitter was this:<\/p>\n
\nHappy New Year!<\/p>\n
Also this is what happens when a bubble freezes!https:\/\/t.co\/UnvGJETJGS<\/a><\/p>\n
— Arjun Sethi (@arjunsethi81) January 1, 2021<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n