Took Advantage of a Free Sunday to Pack the Dog Up for a Coastal Drive Where I Dropped Off Items and Thought About Work

I spent my Sunday writing review for journal articles that are in the service part of my job, and worked more on the teacher and young people writing for POW! and CWP's summer programs. I read a book and then decided I wanted to see the ocean, so I packed up Karal and we did a coastal run imagining that we lived in a coastal home with the beautiful homes and the unfiltered income that puts such locations into existence. I suppose it's hard to realize that even at your finest, top of your game, you're never able to find yourself with coastal luxuries handed down for generations, most often as 2nd, 3rd homes for vacations. 

That is the two Americas. I live in a location where I can see it in front of my face with the schools I support, and the households who send their kids to private and boarding schools. The economic narrative is always owned by those on the top. 

Today is Monday and I'm looking at two weeks of space where a new semester is upon me and I need to get rest from the summer work that just was. To heal or to organize. 

I need to heal. 

I like this coastal mini-romp and feel I need more of this to make sense of the work I love to do and the systems that exist, historically, to keep us from doing such work. All the research I review leads to the same conclusion - greatness is possible, but our societal structures keep us from realizing our fullest potential. Perhaps this is the curse given to every scholar that ever existed. The luxury of know the best practices should be, the privilege of being in facilities to name this, but the absolute inability to enact change because of money and institutional traditions. 

My continued phrase is, "The Gods Must Be Crazy."