Pretty solid day. And, yes, I’m treating this very much like it’ll have one reader: me. So, the excellent parts of the last two weeks is that I’ve found some serious moments of joy by planning out and tweaking my general naps for next year’s English classes. The juniors will be a bit more philosophical, following the threads of all the cultures and ideas that wove us into the tangle we now live in. The seniors will be looking at thresholds, patrons, and the deep parts of the forest.

The there are the slivers of glass not quite ground up enough to ignore. The tiny reflections that distract, annoy, or trigger migraines. I’ve learned the hard way over the years to allow myself to be annoyed, momentarily angry, hurt (there’re so many people who slice deep and dribble lemon juice without knowing or, perhaps, caring about the damage they do). Then there are the moments where we see ourselves as just doing our jobs without care for the other side; as long as our job is done, that’s all that matters, right?

I’m breathing.

In.

Out.

Counting.

Letting go.

Reminding myself it’s actually fine.

And, I am grateful for what I have.