slightly tilted world

feels like a Monday~ my head is groogy, swimming with dreams nearly forgotten from last night, my skin hums gently where it touched my beautiful boy as we slept. The sun is quietly sneaking between the slats of the twisted blinds behind me.

While my world seems to have slowed, patient breaths enter and release as I melt into them. This is a time for perfect planning, for anticipation and for focus. The culmination of seven years of work is rapidly drawing near.

I find myself imagining a world where I never have to teach in a classroom again, a place where financial worries are non-existent and where I can play always. How odd to imagine walking down the road of my second career before ever beginning the first. Yet while I think these thoughts I remain assured that there is a place for me amongst students, I am most
certainly
probably
maybe
meant to teach...this allows me to insert variety, to find my place and my way using them to guide me. It will be an adventure worth sharing and the stories will be plentiful.

For now, I wink at the frost bitten cherry blossoms in the 7 am near-light, drink my unsweetened gourmet coffee and try to imagine how I ended up here.