Journey to figure out and process life. Thank you for encouraging us to notice all that we have to be grateful for. 3 I get to work with my very best friend this year. I wish I could insert a scream here .

Packing Up For The Last Time. I dig slowly through the book bins, checking for beloved texts. Sometimes flipping through, sometimes putting them in my box, most times returning them to the bin. As the books tilt forward I see a sea of my name scrawled on the top of so many of them. The boxes I pack are few. What good will these items be in a basement? I hope you had the time of your life. Gigi was playing with her baby.

I think my first blog was about getting our family photos taken. I wanted to share just a few photos with you. My mother had wanted these pictures taken for a long time. That day was a beautiful day. Everything went well! It was a long day but being with everyone was worth it.

It is dark and quiet but for a steady hum coming from somewhere inside the small room. I flip a switch and my kitchen is bathed in warm light. My laptop is still there, on the kitchen table where I left it. I touch the sleek metallic gray surface and tiny vibrations. The screen brightens, casting off a blue light.

My husband, Dan, does about one million thoughtful things a year for me. He is constantly looking into my best interest and I just absolutely love him for that! I will not state each thing because then this would not be a slice, it would be a whole damn pie! Maybe, during the.

For me it was an emotional journey that was not always published, but treasured all the same. Writing has helped me iron out some lingering wrinkles. Cheers to 31 days! Its been a slice! Asymp; 3 Comments. 8220;I wanted the snow to melt and for Spring to come. So I wrote a poem to express my feelings.

It feels, well, it feels good! I participated in the Slice of Life Challenge through Two Writing Teachers. I reached my goal! For my last post for the month of March 2015, I created a Wordle. By using all of the titles from all of my posts from the entire month. Keep Trying, Take a Break, and Try Again.

She crouches in owl pose on the dog eaten bookcase, next to the window overlooking the driveway, little feet perched among soccer cleats and shin guards. I pause as I pass by. She wraps her arms around my neck, tightly, too tightly and plants small seedlike kisses all around my cheeks. Sometimes her little chin trembles and her eyes well up, which I hate because our eyes are mirrors. This last one prompted the opportunity to wear her pink pliable plastic heart.

As I sit and watch the Packer game, I am also looking over my lesson plans and making a to-do list. I go back to work tomorrow after a 10 day Christmas break. I would say I am a hard worker. I would say that I am analytical. I would say that those two traits have put me close to burning out. But now, I would also say that I am refreshed. Leave a comment on Break. I Can Do It! I say this with surprise in my voice. I wrote for 31 days straight! Are they too worried.