Gratitude

21/365

I’m glad to have a job with classes to teach and birthday parties to run that keeps me distracted from everything else that’s going on right now.


Today made me very proud to live in Seattle. Even though I couldn’t be out there marching I’m so grateful for how this city–this country–showed up.


Macklemore.

Gratitude

20/365

Recommendations for good frame shops from good friends.


Living in a city with a train that will take me to different neighborhoods when I need a change.


Old friends who will remind me what it feels to be safe.

Gratitude

17/365

“First day.” That’s what he said the slogan for the year would be. “First day.” Like every day started out as something new. As if we always have a chance to decide we’re going to do it different. “First day.” Because all that really matters is what we’re grappling with right now. Now. Be here. Present. Plan, yes. Make goals, yes. Reach, yes, always. But stay grounded. Remind yourself that today is always the beginning of something. “First day.” Each day individually. Pay attention. Breathe.


I ran this morning. In the rain. Not the snow, not the freezing, but in the rain. The true Seattle winter returns and we all remember that we are web-footed and moss-covered. We know what to do with this. This we can do.


In the time between my math class and work I sat down and drank a cup of coffee. A few minutes of solitude. Of rest. Of nothing. How easy it is to forget to let those moments happen to you. Always plugging in, turning on, looking up. Forgetting that sometimes we should just sit. Just be. Remember our hearts beating. Still. Still.