Eight

Sometimes, I think I’ve learned more from them than they ever have from me.

Big Changes: Big, HUGE.

And I’m so excited for the next step: and to continue to share it with all of you.

Unconditionally. Except…

I want him to know that I love him with every part of my being, every breath I take, every beat of my heart.

God Given

I thank God every day for the people in my life who call me on my shit, and remind me of my worth.

Extra Crispy with a Side of Panic

Everyone is facing a battle, and if you’re not? Teach me your ways.

I’M BACCCCK.

In the words of self-proclaimed, “Rap God” Eminem, “Guess who’s back, back again.”

Validate me! Please?

Though I’m the first to tell you “I’m a ray of fucking sunshine,” there are some aspects of my personality that I hate, or at the very least am annoyed by, but I can’t seem to change.

Small Town Something

But, fuck. Those lyrics hit a little closer to home than I want to admit.

Year Eight?

I don’t want to become the jaded teacher. I don’t want to believe I’m working for a system that’s broken beyond compare, another gear in the machine, or part of the problem. That’s not why I went into teaching to begin with.