Perk, perk… As the coffee pot spit out its merry little music, I flipped through my work manual. The rain tumbled down the gutters and spit out onto the bright green grass into a little pool.
As my Spotify churned out lyrics to “Symphony” I cringed at the article on my computer. I had been working on this article for two weeks. Tracking down people and resources to complete it was absolute mayhem. But finally, the article stitched out on my screen like a newly embroidered pillowcase hem. The only thing is that the hems are all haphazardly sewn in… and the article needs lots of editing. Uggh… Every writer’s favorite thing—editing, bleh. Luckily, I found a couple of helpful articles.
This article is helpful for editing the bare bones of just about any writing piece. 25 really helpful tips:
The window was open last night which led to chilly dreams and not enough sleep. I am awake now and breathing in the delicious scents of coffee that fill my kitchen. Ahhh… home, what a wonderful place. I think there’s something about being from somewhere; like an innate feeling deep inside that just makes you feel nice. Your home might not be the nicest but there’s something about home that makes up for the discomfort. If that makes any sense at all.
Today I am teaching. Whoot! Whoot! At my grade school. Which in the past, honestly has been kind of rocky. But I guess one can expect that from a school where you had a lot of the same teachers growing up.
Last week, when teaching I had a kid trying to cut himself with scissors in art class and a boy peed his pants during recess. Teaching is an interesting and ever-changing occupation, let me tell you. New challenges every day.
Currently, I’m working on obtaining my bachelors. Hello, summer classes! I’ve honestly thought about going into teaching as a career. But I’m not sure it would make me as happy as say going into art or becoming an author.
But in the same breath, I suppose you could do both. Teaching seems pretty versatile now that I think about it.
Hurrah, I love accomplishing things people doubt I can do. Growing up I was an I.E.P. kid and put with special ed all the time. Sometimes I feel like my life thus far has been fledged with the “you’re not good enough’s.”
But as a T.B.I. survivor or anyone going through depression or turmoil it’s easy to doubt your greatness. So, I’m here to say Hurrah! You can do it, you’re amazing. Today, you’re going to set the world on fire! Don’t let the “I can’ts” and “If’s” get you down. You’re amazing, YOU WERE MADE TO DO THIS!
So as I can assume my school day will be crazy chaotic and I might need another cup of coffee afterward…