It felt raw and comforting (at the same time) sitting in a classroom today, listening to an excited and well-informed professor talk about caring for children and putting their needs at the top of the list. I felt good sitting there in my black upholstered rolling chair, taking notes with my red pen on an old steno pad. Over the shoulders of the young women across the room the big windows framed flowering trees and snow-capped mountains.
Sometimes when we get back into something we had gotten out of practice in we can feel intimidated, and sometimes we can feel alive. Big exhale.