This summer just seems odd. Usually my summers are so full. Trips, professional development workshops and lots of relaxation in between.
This summer was supposed to be similar. I had a big writing workshop I was going to be part of that was 6 weeks long. I was supposed to finish up my SIOP trainer training and lead our final PD on that. Instead, all of that has been pushed back and/or flat out canceled because the pandemic is not nearly over.
It's surreal. This summer I have been working on the first class toward my principal license and doing a lot of reading. We still really don't go anywhere because it's not really safe. (Too many people continue to disregard masks and social distancing.)
My husband and I are supposed to head up north for his birthday in a couple of weeks and I'm hopeful it is still safe to do that. We really just need to get out of the area and relax for a bit.
It's just been a weird summer. No one knows what will really occur for fall 2020 (although there is a ton of speculation). No one really knows if we will be able to STAY on the plan they make anyway because things seem to change at random.
We just need to keep pushing forward and taking it one day at a time, even if it is incredibly weird to do so.