I am officially breaking up with red, and it feels like a crisis.
I am officially breaking up with red, and it feels like a crisis.
My beloved Lone Star State has made it to national news yet again. Today, I am relying heavily on mentor texts because I don’t really have words to say.
I assigned this thinking I’d mostly read letters that would lead me to reply notes of encouragement. It turned out to have the opposite effect. It reminded me that our presence matters. Our attitude matters. Our sincere joy at engaging matters. I am COVID-life exhausted. I am COVID-life, pregnant-life exhausted. But I’m going to keep showing up because it matters.
It’s the first day, and my first year, of Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Story Challenge 2021. While blogging every single day in March seems like a daunting task, I’m excited to join the writing community!! To those who have participated in the challenge for years – thank you for your guidance. To those who are joining for the first time, too – we got this!
My love notes were written to objects like the car heater, to the blankets, to the headlamp, to the gas stove; they were also written to my 18 month old, my husband, my mom. It is amazing how intentionally writing gratitude or seeking joy can change your perspective, especially during challenging times.
With my birthday falling on the Sunday after the break, we planned a mini getaway/birthday celebration/babymoon trip three hours away in San Antonio. I cannot remember the last time Kyle and I just sat. In a coffee shop – okay, two coffee shops. To read. To enjoy coffee.
“Princess, you is NOT dumb. Maybe you do dumb things, but Princess, you. is. not. dumb.”
A couple of weeks ago I ventured to get us coffees through the drive thru and was shocked at being asked my current read while sitting there waiting for two lattes, arm hanging out the window.
Thanks to Ethical ELA’s Open Write, I was brave enough to draft a poem on my hubby’s birthday yesterday to celebrate his life and how we’ve grown while also using my 2021 One Little Word.
While it seems a bit presumptuous to declare and decree where I’m going, some things are absolutely certain. As I survey the phases I know I am – or will be – embracing, I recognize that I move forward with hesitation. But I know I am not alone because I am loved and supported.