Writing hasn’t come easily lately. I sit down at the computer, or with my notebook, and my mind drifts towards the hard stuff- the family’s work on the complications of my recently deceased uncle’s estate, my daughter’s upcoming surgery, my other daughter’s experience as a non- affiliated girl, surrounded by close friends who’ve all recently joined sororities, my cousin and uncle who are both struggling with serious illness. I don’t feel like writing about the sad, hard stuff. But clearing my brain to focus on the rest is a challenge. Lately I’ve opted to turn off the computer or close the notebook and find something else to do.
That has got to stop.
Two years ago I kept a gratitude journal. I wrote in it nearly every day of 2014. Some days my gratitude was for the smallest, simplest of things- hot coffee, clean sheets, a text from a faraway friend. But the exercise of keeping it and writing something, even something small, every night before falling asleep, was a good one. I’d like to begin that practice again.
For now though, I am going to celebrate small things from this last week for which I am grateful.
- my high school senior proudly sharing the comment from her teacher on her English paper.
- two- yes, two- naps last weekend.
- the sun that quickly melted ice and snow.
- listening to a recording of Gwendolyn Brooks reading her poem “The Tiger Who Wore What Gloves or What You Are You Are” with third graders and discussing the poem with them.
- time to catch up with colleagues outside of school last evening.
- a powerful story with a helpful message shared with me this week.
- writing time this morning.
- making plans to run a 5K with a good friend and my daughter.
- making plans to run that 5K in honor of an amazing woman.
- finding time to reread A Year In Provence and letting my brain drift to the south of France for a few minutes each night before going to sleep.
- a vase of Spring flowers on my bedside table.