- Evening bike rides.
- Morning light through the bedroom window in our apartment.
- Interactions with strangers. The soon-to-be mom cutting my hair and the tired but grateful phlebotomist whose son, in his short life, has already survived cancer. These appointments are ones in which my preference would be to wear headphones. I’m grateful I didn’t.
The nostalgia of re-reading old posts keeps me up past my bedtime many nights.
This particular post was from my first day of student teaching in Pre-K.
And it was just what I needed to read.
That is my chosen word for the first day of Preschool.
And a fairly confident, “Yes.” from Mrs. Morris.
I wanted to say, “I know that feeling!” as I thought back to leaving my husband that morning.
A shameless revelation of a booger picking four-year-old.
And we all know it just wouldn’t be Preschool without at least one outburst of, “BOOGERS!”.
A, “Wanna go on the teeter-totter?” from new friend to new friend.
A brief sigh of relief for a ten minute lunch break.
And it’s right back to it.
And when they solve problems with each other on their own.
The kind of crazy that says, “You can do this.”
This last year has brought about a lot of embarrassment and floundering and identity crisis related to my work. I still don’t have a whole lot sorted out.
But I do feel at peace with where I am for this season.
I feel joyful at work.
There’s something that’s just right about where I am.
I’ve had to fight the urge to tell myself that I’ve failed for the year.
My reading goals have taken a slight detour.
But it’s ok.
I’m learning more about my interests and what makes me say, “Hmm. I like that!”
While also trying to add a smidgen of discipline.
Last week’s mole removal (Apple juice in a semi-reclining chair holding a bucket tally is now at three.) means I am over-researching sunscreens to never have that happen again.
This book is changing my life.
Doing thorough research for an upcoming trip by listening to this.
(In all seriousness, there are spreadsheets and Evernotes. Of course.)
Jotting down some love notes. Follow along here.
You just have the sweet memories of new friends, good food, morning light, friends sharing their incredible talents, phone calls with your parents, and drives around town with an ice cream cone.
That’s better than a picture sometimes.
We really love this city and its people.
I read this book a few weeks ago and the author asks some pretty great questions. (I know, I know…)
It wasn’t on my book list. It was in pure rebellion of my book list actually.
The middle of Jane Eyre is trying.
And this was a quick day’s read
Back to Jane soon enough though!
What do I love?
What makes me angry? In other words, what makes me say, “Somebody should do something about that?”
What do I need to drop the “just” from to open myself up to the possibility that more is going on in whatever it is I do all day? (i.e. I’m just a teacher.)
What would it look like for me to approach tomorrow with a sense of honor and privilege, believing that I have work to do in the world, that it matters, that it’s needed, that I have a path and I’m working my craft?
What feeds my soul?
And my favorite, “Who are you to do this?”
This is a quote that the author turns into, “Who are you not to do this?”
Ok, one more quote, “You have your life. And your life is not her life. Or his life. And his life is not yours. Is there a way in which you’ve been asking , “What about them?” When the better question is, “What is that to you?” There will always be someone who’s smarter than you. There will always be someone with more raw talent than you. There will always be someone more experienced and better qualified and harder working and stronger and more articulate and more creative with more stamina who can sing better than you can. But who you aren’t isn’t interesting.”
Ok. I think that’s enough for today.