I struggle to find something meaningful to write about this week. I feel as if the month of January is one long month of Mondays. It’s cold, with no promise of Christmas break. I feel as if we are waiting for a new season to start, but have no start date. I feel a little tired and a little worn out.

I think of all the great topics to write about.

My students, how to give a speech, the Women’s March, Trump as president, equal rights, being an advocate.

All those topic swirling on in my head; potential articles just waiting to be penned, and I come up with nothing. But that is really a reflection of this season; a season packed full with potential and excitement and yet still not starting. Still waiting for a list, a letter, anything something to start it. In English, when we are moving from one topic to another, we call it a transition. You know those word list thrown in grammar chapters of textbooks to help make our writing flow: and, now, then, although, next, first, last. I feel like we are in a season of one of those words. Right now, I am stuck on the and part of the paper; so necessary but something no one thinks twice of when reading the paper. With the year that started out with so much potential, I feel now we are just floundering waiting for something to start or something to chance and yet it hasn’t.

And seasons are short. There is a time and a place for them, and right now we are in the time and place for them. “But I remain confident of this, I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living” Psalm 27:13. I like the word living more than the word and. It means this season won’t last forever. There will be a day when the transition is done and we are onto the next thing. But for now, we are waiting, transitioning, learning, and being faithful. And seasons are great for learning and reflecting.