Friday, July 31, 2015
I didn't think I'd make it to this bicycling heaven this year, given how unexpectedly and cruelly wretched my life has been since I returned from China in late January. But this place is salve for my broken spirit. May the good moments soon outweigh the bad more each day.
Friday, July 24, 2015
This is a buttermilk biscuit with balsamic strawberry jam at Morsel and Bean, one of many new places that have sprung up among the condos of Ballard. A young crowd hangs out here, which I find cheering. Lots of hope, joy, energy. I come here to have some rub off on me. I am usually a happy and courageous woman. However, right now, I'm neither.
One day at a time.
Monday, July 20, 2015
But I need to treat my grief at the end of my marriage with the beauty of this exquisite place. It is summer, I alone and I have no idea what my future holds. Someone who meant the world to me has left. I am in a world of hurt. I know heartache is universal. I wish to god I knew there will be joy on the other side.
To the past I say "thank you"; to the future I force myself to say "yes."
Friday, July 10, 2015
I stopped for an iced coffee and sat at a picnic table, watching a biplane from Arlington airport do loops overhead. There's an art walk and fly-in air show this weekend apparently.
A fun thing to find. I needed to go riding today as I've done no riding all week on account of my very packed teaching schedule. But by last night I knew I needed to skip the endless lesson adjustments and roster paperwork I've had to do all week, on account of "open enrollment" which means I have new students every class for the first 2 weeks of an 8-week session. I see that teaching ESL in the summer is crazy making.
If I'm teaching next year I think I'll skip the summer session altogether. I'm not really enjoying it. Plus I see that life is too short to put up with these sorts of classroom hassles.
Years ago, I'd never have said this. But my days of adapting to impossible demands are over.