Less than an hour till class.  Ordered books for next term.  Ready for meetings, for the students that show.  This morning tells me to focus only on about what I’m most passionate, devoted, interested in— elevated connection and loyalty of effort.  To keep writing and learning.  I’m not a teacher, I’m a LEARNER.

Looking through old notes, I see ones for winery like “clean umbrellas” and “wipe down counters” then other jots for classes and self like “Emerson words: rewrite”, and “Reading is the most creative act.” I know where I need spend more time.  And anyone who knows me knows this is NO surprise.

Life… so short it makes me fucking sick.  So I’m going to move quicker, for me yes but more for my family… my little babies.