I don’t know why I am so excited about this lunar eclipse tonight, but I am. I’ve always loved the different phases of the moon. I don’t know the names of all these phases. I just really enjoy noticing the different shapes the moon takes on and how amazing it looks in the sky. Sometimes on my short walk into work, I’ll just stare at it for awhile enjoying its magic. I’ve been teaching for awhile now, and I am a firm believer in the power of the moon. I know, I know, but I mean, if the moon affects the tides of the ocean, why can’t it affect humans, particularly younger, adolescent humans? It does. It just does. And even if science tells me it really doesn’t, I don’t care because sometimes you simply need to acknowledge a force greater than yourself.
I set my alarm so I don’t miss this moon event. I am hoping some of the magic of this event will trickle down from the sky and head my way. I feel stuck. Unsure. I remember my first year of college one of my best friends told me she was jealous that I just seemed to know what I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing while she was trying to figure it all out. Becoming a teacher was what I always wanted to do. It almost felt like a calling. Seems so silly now. How was I so certain of what career I wanted when I was so young, and now, 20+ years later I am so uncertain? It doesn’t make sense. Does everyone feel this way when they hit their 40s? Is this the mid-life crisis always referenced in movies and TV shows? Maybe I should just go out and buy a sports car. Well, until then, I will look up at the super wolf blood moon tonight and hope for a little clarity or inspiration.