I sit in the living room, half listening to my husband, son, and oldest daughter making tiramisu. I stay out of the kitchen as that is not my strong suit. My son and daughter are learning from my husband while I write my Slice of Life for today. There are lots of things I could write about but instead I make a list for another day when I’m feeling less confused and more lucid than I am at the moment.
—Is your cup half empty or is it half full? Someone said that to me recently and I’m still not sure what the intent was or whether I should even worry about the intent or even if there was an intent. Nevertheless, it obviously bothers me because I’m still thinking about it more than a week later.
—My first day of Spring Break. It snowed off and on today. When the sun finally broke through the sky I thought that finally we could look forward to spring – not. It snowed one final time.
—My thoughts about where to go next in my career. I would love to spend more time writing and working with teachers. I also love working with kids and being in the classroom. What to do?
—My oldest daughter is visiting for a few days. She’s leaving in a couple of days and my heart aches every time I think about it. That’s enough of that thought…
—Breaking Night by Liz Murray. I wish I could remember who recommended this book but as much as I’m liking it I’m also finding it to be terribly sad. I can’t help but wonder how many children never get out from the cycle of neglect due to poverty, drug addiction, and abuse? It seems too much to bear at times and yet the resilience of these children is more than I could probably stand.
I’m stopping now. It’s time to take a shower, go to sleep, and wait for another day.