It's been quite a year, filled with ups and downs. I am in the homestretch of the academic year where I teach religious school. I have established great relationships with new B'nai Mitzvah students. I am compiling materials that will eventually become a songbook/zine. And in less than two months I will return to Kansas for another round of music-making and teaching.
About every third day I still wake up and wonder if I'm on the right track. I still wrestle with questions that have no answers. I struggle to know where I belong -- this seems to shift regularly and sometimes quite often.
I'm saying this just so that people can understand that no matter what, I am still ridiculously human. I stumble, and fall, and worry about what comes next. I worry about how to be my most authentic self, even if that authenticity is rooted in rootlessness. It's a process, a journey, and the destination is not clear. But I keep at it. What else can I do?