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I’ve Lost That Back to School Feeling

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Early this month, my husband asked what day school started.

“I have no idea,” I told him.

Why would I? My kids are adults and my grandchild is too young for kindergarten. For decades my life revolved around the school schedule. Now it just means that I time my errands so I don’t get stuck behind a school bus.

How I used to love this time of year, with all the markers of fresh starts — the hint of cool air, the spanking new school supplies, the pretty new sweater. Everything was infused with possibility and sparked energy.

I felt it as a kid and I felt it as a mom. Through most of my career as a journalist, I felt it — story ideas came fast and furious in the fall, and I was particularly psyched to tackle challenging new work.

The school calendar dictated my rhythm, and served as a proxy for several stages of life.

Fall feels different when you’re older. The obvious metaphor is the changing of seasons, and we all know that winter, aka death, follows the beauty of the changing leaves. The once invigorating air turns bone chilling.

But what was really troubling me this year was that I didn’t feel my usual fall rush of productivity. I’m barely working — just the occasional assignment. Nor am I volunteering. Participating in my community has always been part of my identity, whether it’s teaching writing to incarcerated men or helping run a local food pantry. Otherwise, I feel like a waste of space.

And man, how I use to hustle at my paid job. I wrote a bi-weekly newspaper column and multiple other articles in between. And wrote magazine pieces. While I was raising kids. And teaching. How did I have the energy?

Sure, I’m older. But I have friends my age who are busy learning new languages, mastering musical instruments and taking on other challenges. Not me. I’m exhausted. So what’s wrong with me?

Last week, I was talking to a friend about how useless I feel.

“All I do is consume,” I told her. “I’m not putting anything back out there. I’m not working.”

“Maybe,” she suggested, “You have to learn a new way to define work.”

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Age of Empathy
Age of Empathy

Published in Age of Empathy

We publish high-quality personal essays, humor essays, and writer interviews. Our goal is to provide a place for experienced writers to share authentic stories and connect with others, collectively celebrating a common passion, striving toward an age of empathy.

Kate Stone Lombardi
Kate Stone Lombardi

Written by Kate Stone Lombardi

Journalist/author. Contributor NYT 20+ years. Also WSJ, Time.com, GH, AARP, more. Author: Mama’s Boy Myth (Penguin/Avery 2012). Cook. Besotted grandmother.

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