Each day in March, I’m participating in the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. You can visit their site here. This is my slice for Day 29.
Listening to –
a group of early teens converging on the local Starbucks, noisily, at 8:30pm on a Sunday evening. Brimming with insecurity and false bravado, trying to find their own voice amongst their peers.
a cinnamon danish, free of charge, as they prepare to close for the evening. An unexpected treat to end the day.
what lies ahead in my writing journey as the Slice of Life challenge ends Tuesday. I have a completed draft for my 2nd novel that awaits me to move it along.
that at the end of spring break I am drained, not refreshed. Is it just late on a Sunday evening, or did I miss the opportunity to charge my spirit this past week?
what my students did over their break. I can’t wait to reconnect with colleagues and kids tomorrow. My heart is also heavy for a friend who just received difficult news regarding a family member’s health.
on a month of reading deeply from blogs of colleagues and friends has impacted me profoundly. I can’t adequately credit all those that forever touched me, with their stories, their comments, their brilliance, or their vulnerability. They stretched themselves to create, to play, to vocalize, and to connect.
for challenges, and respites. For friends who take the time to ask beyond my circumstances, genuinely concerned about my spirit’s welfare. For a career that allows me to change this world for the better. For a family that loves me, even through difficult seasons. For boundary lines in pleasant places. For gifts that hopefully I am using to honor the One who gave them to me.