Back-to-school sales started just after the 4th of July. It’s a bittersweet feeling for me each time I walk past a display of school supplies or see an ad for the next best organizer, white-out or binder. I find myself walking into office supply stores and gazing at sticky notes, sharpies and mechanical pencils even though I know I don’t need them. Not returning to school is not proving as simple or desirable as once imagined. The sabbatical tradition is to be trumpeted. The Lord knows recharging one’s batteries is indispensable to the front-line service required of teachers. All the same, I am at loose ends, projects notwithstanding. A wise friend once advised me that sometimes in life, we’ve got to stop and let whatever’s chasing us catch up. Then, stare it down, and snatch our lives back out of the perpetual motion we’ve become all too accustomed to. I guess that’s the part of the process I’m in right about now, and I’m getting practice learning to trust the process.