Parents are coming tonight. They want to see what we have to offer them and their young'uns for school options next year. What if I stutter? What if I start swearing uncontrollably? Or controllably? What if I'm sarcastic?

Today was such a good day. Why? I was able to (mostly) really watch the kids and see them be who they are, coming up with the stuff they come up with. They are very dear. I mean mostly. Not all. But mostly. Instead of worrying about whatever I wasn't teaching them, or what lies ahead, I was able to enjoy them and I really did.

In Creative Writing some very vulnerable and lovely thoughts were shared, and that made me so happy.