[A misshapen collection of thoughts and a longing for summer.]
I am sitting at one of my favorite coffee shops (yes, Dad, typing in public), listening to music I don’t know, drinking an Earl Grey latte, wondering how to make myself stop sneezing.
My 7th graders are writing adaptations of Greek myths for me, and it’s all I can think about. I wish I were as creative as they are. It’s so annoying.
I like this song by Penny and Sparrow:
I like that the sky still has a little light in it, even at 5:06pm.
I like realizing that if I get a B in my grad school class, I won’t die. If it’s between getting enough sleep so I don’t want to scream all day at my students and getting that extra point on a paper, which do you think I’ll choose?
I like daydreaming about sunshine and sand and the ocean. It’s still January, but my skin feels ready for sun.
I like writing poetry in my car. I like that I don’t write it down. That way I’ll never know if it were good or not – it can hang in perfection.
I like that this is the thirtieth time I’ve done this.
I like that it’s Thursday and almost the weekend.