There is a particular kind of humbling that comes with the school holidays. I know what is happening. I can name it, frame it, hold it in theoretical context. And still, still, I feel it. The slight unravelling that comes when my structure falls away, when my routine, that quiet scaffolding that holds my days in shape, is suddenly gone. I go from one version of myself to another. The working me, anchored in schedule, purpose, professional identity, gives way to something more