I returned to my beloved writing class today after taking a season off. Like a hockey player returning to their skates after months, I felt rusty.
Part of the rustiness is attributed to that time off but more so, it is likely due to my shifting my business, like a hockey player who took off the season to swim. There is a messy middle where our bodies and minds try to bring together two opposing skillsets, two different identities, or two disparate ideas. The connections haven’t found each other – yet. I am working hard to wrap my head around one idea while being pulled by the anchor that has been there.
The puck is in the pool – what is the game I play now and how?
