It is September. I find myself finally finding a spare moment to sit and blog. I'm a teacher and the adjustment from summer to school year, is never easy. I love teaching, I think I've always known that is what I wanted to do. My mom was a teacher and from an early age I remember going with her to her classroom during the summer to "set it up" or helping her check student work when I got older. It is a hard adjustment though from summer to school year and this year has felt like a marathon already (maybe it is that we started school a whole two weeks earlier than normal). 

Disappointment is an emotion we all encounter at various points in our lives. It surfaces when expecations collide with reality, leaving us feeling frustrated, sad, or even defeated. 

There's a space - a space that exists just before we make a big step, a decision, an action. It's a place where fear lives. The doubt sets in. It's where we start to freeze and not do something - not because we don't care but because we care too much. 

Maybe I should have just titled this what do you read with?

One of the things I loved to do was write poetry. I went through a poetry writing phase in high school where I always carried around a notebook and wrote poems. My senior year I took a computer class and was quick to finish all of my assignments for the class. We were allowed to use the computer for "school appropriate" things after we were done. In 2002, having access to a computer and the internet (without having to get off when someone needed the phone was HUGE). I would take my poems and enter them onto poetry sites like poetry.com. Eventually, life moved forward and I forgot about poetry.com and other such websites.