This slice of life could have been about the daily wrestling match that gets fought at five a.m. between my alarm and my brain,
or about the importance of having workout buddies who look out for me, who expect so much from me, who inspire me to do better,
or about the way time. Slows. Down. with that first morning sip of chai,
or about the new phrase I developed – “joyfully irrelevant,” describing the way I feel sometimes when I’m now out of the loop and I’m just fine with that,
or it could have been about the way plans seem to get made and unmade, made and unmade,
or about seeking happiness from within the confines of an extra bonus planning time.
This slice of life might have been about the excitement of watching kids talk about things they enjoy learning,
or about the way students put effort and heart into their communications with each other,
or about the up-down-all-around ride that’s called “waiting for weekly COVID screening results,”
or about a lunch, barely chewed but still eaten between a meeting and a quick doggo check-in.
This post would have been about the thrill of kids seeing history open up wide,
or about how fun it is to talk when it’s something we’re excited about,
or about the anticipation of what’s for dinner.
No, I suppose I’ll just have to settle for a post where I tell you
I’m kind of tired,
And my brain is mushy,
And there’s nothing happening anyway,
And I’m preoccupied with too many things
to write a post today.
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