GYST Day Three

Get Your Shit Together Report

Day Three

I had some wonderful friends over for a first annual "crafty hour" at which no one crafted a single thing.  We just ate and talked and had a delicious new cocktail from DAC, which, if I understand the story correctly, was supposed to be a Moscow Mule, but went wrong somewhere in Outer Mongolia.  Whatever it was, it was yummy.

So, nothing crossed off the list unless you count keeping dear friends nearby as something you put on a list.  

Maybe I should!

If you don't have one, get one

If you've never had the experience of working closely in partnership with someone who so completely complements (with an "e") your own skills and who reads your mind and finishes your sentences and makes everything you can do look even better and more creative and wonderful, you should.


Let me start by saying that I cannot be easy to work with.  I know myself well enough to know that I am always right, violently oppose change, rarely listen to things I don't want to hear, and don't always remember my deodorant.  Which makes it all the more miraculous that the funny, creative, wonderful woman that I worked with for five years (that's 27 in public education years) not only put up with me but allowed me to be a part of the best team I've ever been on.


And I miss it.  And leaving her was the worst thing about leaving my job.


But next week, I get to go back.  My BFF teacher friend asked to me come back and help lead a writing boot camp for their 7th graders, who are facing a new and daunting form of the torture that we call STAAR.  Thanks,  No Child Left Behind.  I cannot wait to be a part of the classroom again.  I can't wait to see it begin to dawn on the kids that their ideas have wings.  And most importantly, I can't wait to feel like the best version of myself.  
I've missed that. 


Let's do this.