I am surrounded by the feeling of never being good enough. Never a good enough teacher because I’m a 3 on evaluations instead of a 5. Because my kids are too loud and sometimes test too low. Because I lose my cool and snap at them sometimes. Never a good enough leader because I don’t …
I was lucky enough in my life to have two dads. Some have none. And God blessed me with two. One is summers and weekends, playing in the yard after dark, chasing lightning bugs. He is motorcycle grease and the smell of chewing tobacco and empty Pepsi bottles thrown in the back of his red …
TW: This post contains discussions around intense grief. I went back to work this week. For the first time in two months. At first, it was a bittersweet feelings. I've missed my colleagues; I've craved more structure in my life. Yet, at the same time, I wasn't ready to put summer behind me. You would …
I spend so much of my time wishing I was happy. Wishing I was normal. Wishing I could remember things better. Wishing I could smile more, laugh more, sigh (happily, of course) more. I chase after that feeling of contentment like a a beagle after a rabbit— the hunts instinctual and unavoidable and almost so …
Sometimes, I get lost going from point A to— Where was I? A thousand trains of thought zip past a single stationary point, and my eyes flit over each individual one. I find myself more concerned with the shape of my thumbnail— Good God, why is that side so flat when the other is round— …
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