has been filled, filled, filled.
Days stretch longer and fly by faster. Somehow my car is always out of gas and I’m stuck in traffic always but the windows are down and the music is loud and I can’t be that mad.
I’ve read three books, the kind that get under my skin and make me into a literature zombie, the kind of books that make me remember why I love reading so excessively much; books that make it impossible to fathom even going to sleep at night without finishing the next chapter.
I’ve gathered with friends and we’ve mapped out our stories onto timelines and shared with each other, these deep and powerful life events that make us who we are, and the mapping and the sharing make us vulnerable and open and strong and brave. There is power in speaking our stories out loud, power in sharing our history with others. Things are more real when we share them.
This week means Philosophy of Middle School is halfway over, and I’m a half step closer to doing what is increasingly becoming more clear that I want to do. I’m trying to be patient and listen to my experiences and listen to the wisdom of others and what this is looking like is a potential future of middle schoolers and books and I can’t think of anything I’d like more right now.
This week was full and sunny and beautiful and fleeting, and summer is just beginning.
When I started this blog originally, with writing a letter a day and celebrating that achievement, I realized at the end of the project that what I was really celebrating was gratitude and joy and people.
As time has gone on, I’ve allowed busyness to get in the way of letter writing. While that’s ok, really, it’s an indication of how I’ve let my life get in the way of what life should be.
I’ve had reminders lately from people doing 100 days of happy and from church and friendships to focus on gratitude. When I live life that way, I find myself looking for joy around me instead of things that bring me down, and life seems so much brighter and better in those moments.
I need to practice being grateful. I need to practice looking for joy.
It’s approaching the end of the year at school, and part of me is ready for summer but a greater part is sad. The fifth graders that I’ve gotten to know and love will be leaving for middle school and I will miss them- I haven’t gotten used to kids growing up yet. Today a group of them asked me to play soccer and then gave me high-fives and hugs in the hallway, and these little seconds make my job wonderful.
The best part about today though was receiving some thank yous for helping on a project. I’ve gotten quite a few notes through the years, but this one is probably my favorite.
I’m thankful for kids that are willing to be pushed and see themselves get better. I’m thankful for bittersweet end of year hugs and for longer days and driving with windows down. I’m thankful that music is getting louder and that my neighborhood smells like charcoal grills and that it’s finally s’more season.
I’m thankful for deep friendships that are incredible blessings and camping trips and a small group that loves well and pushes me to grow more and has a combination of humor and heart and wisdom and silliness.
Let’s go into a season of thankfulness and joy.