Cover you eyes. Do what your therapist says. Inhale. Exhale. Count to ten. Look the other way.
Breathe.
Last night, as Susan and I were thinking out loud about projects, ideas, institutes, supporting teachers and other writing projects she says, "I need to show you something. Don't get mad at me. I need you to see my desktop."
Don't do. Don't do it. Don't do it.
Ahhhhhh. She did it.
And I knew it would be my morning post.
I've seen others like this.
I do my best to hinder this from happening on my laptop.
It comes from time to time and...
...as she said...
"Frog, I was only working on one project. Would you look at this mess?"
I totally get it. Now clean it up so you can feng shui the soul and get ready for the next project. Phew.
This image is such a metaphor of what National Writing Project Directors do. In one photo, Susan has captured the essence of who we are.
Meanwhile, here's an oldie but goodie of birthday boy Sean-Man. Your card is on the dining room table and it will be in the mail (but late) (all apologies). You're much older now, but I always loved this photo of you...It was like a window into the future, imagining what you might look like as a teenager when you were just a little kid wearing my Syracuse Orange wide-brimmed hat.Blink of an eye, high school, the 9th grade year, and you're catching me in height (surpassing your mother, which isn't that hard to do).
I hope you have the best celebration possible, you get the cake you want and your favorite ice-cream. Trust me. The next four years of your life are going to fly super-fast, as will all the years to follow. Stay focused...keep the grades up, and know the prizes are many...you just have to be patient for them to come.
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