Happy Confession Tuesday, Dear Reader!
This morning, my daughter and I took a 7 a.m. walk around the neighborhood. It felt good to stretch our legs, and to have a little extra mommy-daughter time with her. My son is enough of an athlete where he thinks he doesn't need to walk, so he stayed home grandmother. But for Ella—who always manages to stay open, who considers every crack in the sidewalk, every fallen October leaf—she teaches me not to miss the small things.
I’m hoping the walk will spur a new exercise routine, or, at the very least, a little bit of consistency in my weekly trips to the gym. Working out is the one appointment I can’t seem to keep with myself. I mean, I make time for everything else, but exercise? Not so much. That walk made it easier for me to go to the gym right after. So if I can spend a little more time being active with the kids in between gym appointments, I’ll be in good shape—literally.
My son turned 10 on Friday. I am the mother of a 10-year old. Wow. I mean, WOW! Where did the time go?
Time seems very fluid today. I’m writing this post from the Salem Athenaeum, hoping to get two drafts out of my journal and onto my hard drive. The day seems wide open, even though I know it’s not. I have a mound of grading waiting for me this afternoon.
Very happy that my writing has become more consistent. Maybe it's because I attempt the in-class writing prompts I assign to my students. Ten minutes here, 15 minutes there ... and I'm still writing my observations a few times a week. I feel as if I can tap into the flow at anytime. I love that feeling.
C’mon, Red Sox. Don’t drag it out.
"You get from this life what you have the courage to ask for"