Where are you right now, in an alternate universe?

Because what my 8-year-old self – the one with the clicky heels on the asphalt, with the big hair, and the credit cards, and the independence she craved – didn’t account for was loneliness. Was success without someone to share it with. Was accomplishments and accolades that threatened to sit idly alone on the shelf, covered in dust.

you can plan a pretty picnic, but you can’t control the weather

Perspective is key. And lemme tell ya, I’m prone to meltdowns, breakdowns. Sadness. Frustration. Sunday morning, I spent a solid twenty minutes sobbing in the bathroom. And then I washed my face, had a good, long chat with Jan who brought me from a 10 back to a 5, and went back to my day.

today, on my way to town, I saw a man.

Today, I went to town, just down the road, in my car, with the breeze.
And I saw the horses in the meadows, and the ripples in the lakes, and the greens in the trees.

what’s changed about you?

Maybe you’re just giving in that you were who you were before, and there’s a calming constant in not changing at all. To you – kudos. Because this path of self-discovery I’ve ultimately found myself on is bending, and winding, and intimidating. Dark in some areas. And brighter in others. When we step out after this thing is over, it’ll be interesting to see if the changes stick. Or if I’ll hit the next button on the playlist and find myself in a totally different genre.

Here’s your one phone call.

I used to hate the phone. I used to be the one that was like – don’t call. Send me a text. Now, I’m desperate for human interaction

Man, am I ever glad I learned Algebra. Said no one, ever.

There’s a reason teachers spend decades honing their craft. They were cut out for meltdowns, misunderstood concepts; the patience of a teacher stretches far beyond anything I can conceivably construct in my mind. They are saints.