—Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This for You
Working on this, currently.
Was just thinking, if more attorneys became foster parents- the system would be radically changed.
March 10, 2014
Monday. Most often the calm before the storm. Worried about the storm if today was the calm. Suddenly worried that I might be the storm. “You are a tornado,” so many have said. Today I felt myself spinning, spinning, spinning.
Grateful for the “Thank you for all of your hard work.” For the Whole Foods gift certificate. Grateful I can call it a day and go to bed early.
I’m trying this 365-type project again. It’s going better this time. “Better” as in I remembered to take photos more consistently this past week than I did the entire time I tried the first time. I think it is because this time it’s not about getting a good photo; it’s about checking in with myself more often. It’s about strengthening my gratitude habit. It’s about not wondering where this past year went. It’s about not losing days to hectic busy-ness. It’s about taking a minute or two and processing the day. The change of focus makes all the difference, it seems. (Pun intended!)
So, here’s to quick moment to take a mediocre (at best) photo and a few minutes at the end of each day to process and be thankful. (Also, to what will probably be a solid collection of mirrors that need to be cleaned.) Let’s see how long I can do this.
"The American obsession with class participation, from a non-American perspective:
'School in America was easy, assignments sent in by e-mail; classrooms air-conditioned, professors willing to give make-up tests. But she was uncomfortable with what the professors called “participation,” and did not see why it should be part of the final grade; it merely made students talk and talk, class time wasted on obvious words, hollow words, sometimes meaningless words. It had to be that Americans were taught from elementary school, to always say something in class, no matter what. And so she sat stiff-tongued, surrounded by students who were all folded easily on their seats. All flush with knowledge, not of the subject of the classes, but of how to be in the classes…'
~ Chimanda Ngozi Adichie, in her novel Americanah”
Work-travel selfies. Inspired by a scroll through my tumblr archives this past weekend, trying to remember what it is I need to do to know what it is I need to do. There were work-selfies once, back when I knew them just as a gpoy, back when this-isn’t-working was followed pretty closely by here-is-what-I-have-to-do. Or so it seems now.
It’s fine now. It’s mostly working. Except when it isn’t. But now, when it isn’t working, I feel far more lost than I did back then. The here-is-what-I-have-to-do doesn’t arrive very easily. Or at all. So, a work-travel selfie. Because maybe that is part of what I need to do to know what I need to do. And, perhaps, a slow realization that I need to stand still a bit more.
Filed under: Photos sent by my best friend with the caption “reminds me of you” because she knows me very, very, very well.
Richard Leach, 7 Words, Distressed page from old poetry book on playing card.
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Photo: Bob Wick, BLM-California