On Being vs. Being Seen
Although they are of equal length, January somehow felt longer than December. January always feels like the come-down month from the holiday season; the long, gentle runway back into our routines after the holiday hysteria that is December. In this dry, frigid month of reflection and reinvigoration, we also find ourselves in the wake of an election year, where nearly everyone's gaze is fixed, like the eye of Mordor, on the incoming administration. It makes sense: elections serve as a place to direct our hypervigilance, ennui, and vague sense of 'something's not quite right' every four years. (Making a mental note to myself to talk sometime about the interesting timing of our national elections with the holiday season/winter.) I know we were all starting to wonder if January would ever end, but the long month at least gave me an opportunity to slip a blog post in more or less in time to make my monthly posting goal. Although it's been a significant month in the war ...