I just took a leap. I have. I know this is right. From the outside – no way. No time, no energy, no reason to write. Conferences coming up and then report cards. Hallway display not finished. Kids with missing work. But I need this. I began writing this summer and found it to give me peace. I want that peace.
We are dabbling in poetry now. My deep thinkers are craving the outlet. I get that. I want to keep up. I want to say something. This is a perfect, but imperfect time. It is 6:00 and I should be correcting work-planning-getting ready for the day, but I am writing. I want it to be enough. Now is the imperfect time.