blue soccer balls
All colored for a math activity with my students tomorrow. I colored while I sat in my living room visiting with a good friend about taking teaching moments with my family. We talked about the no-family-routines problem in the summers. We lamented our own personal failures, but laughed at our weaknesses. It felt good. To be real and honest.
Sheets of honesty raining down as I don't have the energy, or inclination, to hold anything back. It makes me wonder about my life when I am not so spread around. When I don't leave part of myself in my car, part in the classroom, part on my pillow. I have become so used to being all over the place. I leave my little trace. My particles.