Tuesday, August 22, 2017


I rarely blog any more.

I miss it.

I miss the catharsis. I miss the creativity and the photography and the assembly and the fulfillment.

Mostly, I miss the memories I recorded.

Now the missed memories will be forgotten.

I'm hoping to blog once a week this school year. That's my goal.

I've already fallen short, but I'm not going to give up on it.

I turned 48 yesterday--and the planets aligned just for me in a spectacular eclipse.

I hardly saw it, because I was teaching. And that's ok.


My back gives me fits all the time.

I feel pretty good most of the time.

I want to be active and healthy like this the rest of my life, and I'm making some goals to do that.


I'm learning I can't fix everything.

I'm also learning I don't want to.

I'm learning to let go and let it be.


I'm weaker.

I'm stronger.

I'm set in my ways.

I'm changing.


Life feels a bit unsettled at the moment, but that's because there's a lot going on--Heidi's baby is due in a few days. Ben is leaving for Provo next week. Lily's a senior and my littles aren't that little any more. School is overwhelming but satisfying.


It feels . . .

 . . . just right.

Thank you, Goldilocks.

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