Going to work every day and diluting the negativity in the atmosphere.
Being the teacher my first grade teacher was NOT.
Creating a safe, welcoming environment where students can learn and grow.
Creating theatre and showing students brand new to the concept the magic it holds.
No, it’s not.
The lovely lady with white hair down stairs.
Shifting around the words I throw up on paper
Molding them into a purpose I decide.
How will I tell her that I left a career in part for her?
I’ll tell her how much the words on the page drive me forward and keep me up at night.
I won’t tell her this: The space of time I’ll get to spend with her is a gap that’s closing and I‘ll be thankful to spend it at home with her.
I usually keep my posts on task, but today’s daily prompt eerily echoed exactly what is happening right now. I had to write it out.