Intermissions

I've been thinking ...

When we attend a performance or a concert of any sort, the intermission allows the audience to 'take-a-breather', pause, and rest from the fictional engagement that is occuring on stage - be it visual or aural (or both).

What are the intermissions in our life and what do we do with the time that is so fleeting?

This week and a half seems like an intermission in the narrative of my teaching profession - a performance that I have become so enraptured in for the past year and more such that I can no longer tell fiction from reality; and as Shakespeare fondly reminds "all the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players". Intermissions in my life have become rare, far and few between. Even during the holidays, I was working like a 'dog' for events in school and for the pdps - Climbing, drama, Mardi Gras.

I'm relishing this intermission in some way. It would be a time to just 'be' since my experience of reservist training has been a lifetime of waiting for a moment of haste. Nevertheless, I will miss some things about the school, such as the kids. My bigfive profile dictates I'm a workaholic! But what's new? I didn't need that profile to tell me so!

But this intermission is good ... because they never last. And before long we are entangled in the narrative of our own lives again, moving from one scene to the next, an act to the following. Before one realises, the greying of age dawns upon us.

What can we do but to seize the day ... carpe diem.