The BEST of you… What does that look like anyways? Does it bubble with enthusiasm, dancing around like a ballerina on opening night? Or is it grounded, empowered, and listens to the world with intention. Perhaps your best version carries the weight of the world on its shoulders, but makes it look easy… Whatever it looks like, when you’re at your best the stars and your heart align, your mind clear from nonsense, and you’re simply content in the world as it flows past–you can take on anything. This version though, who’s lucky enough to know it? Is it reserved… Read More »Who gets the BEST of you?
Write To Inspire
One never expects to need broccoli socks in your life, until you have them… And then, suddenly, you wonder how you ever survived without! Happy little green bushes plastered over a backdrop of sunshine yellow. Goofy and random, yes, but also just enough to bring a smile to anyone who is lucky enough to notice them. Kids especially–some of the kindergarten kids I work with have difficulties transitioning to new activities, but a perfectly timed broccoli sock distraction and we’re back on track–hooray! They’re a delightful little ray of sunshine amidst a routine of grey. And why shouldn’t it be… Read More »Broccoli Socks.
With every sunrise, comes new opportunity, a fresh perspective, and the chance to try something different. (Today I needed to remind myself of this.) We all have high’s and lows in our day-to-day working lives–the roller coaster of an EA though, this is a whole new existence. When I entered into this world I figured there would be good and bad days, of course, but the extremes leave me speechless. A bad day as an EA can hurt. Words filled with anger and pain are often hurled at us, occasionally the dreaded “I hate you;” or maybe they lash out… Read More »With every sunrise, comes the chance to try again.
All signs pointed to disastrous: The Worst Case Scenario. The night was rough. I was awake at all hours of the night, thanks to my teething 11 month old, and then we decided that 4am was the perfect time to get up–ok, he decided, but no. Just no. After an hour of him fighting, and me begging, he slipped back into dream world. I was happy he was resting his little mind–but me? I felt ripped off. I was left with only 30 minutes before my usual alarm would go off…sigh… Might as well start the day. Our morning routine… Read More »Worst Case Scenario.