You cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them from nesting in your hair. ~Eva Ibbotson
You know what I do? I think and scan ahead. I’m a planner. I think ahead about my days, about my weeks. I like to be prepared, not thrown off guard. And, that’s when I saw it. I saw it on the calendar. That day, that day we call an ACT 80 day. That day when the students leave at 12:30 and us teachers have a meeting in the afternoon. You know it’s the meeting we use to always attend together, save seats for each other, sit beside each other. The meetings that we would laugh and create our own silliness or the meetings where we would roll our eyes and then rant and rave later.
~But this one would be different.~
You would not be here. So I lied. I lied to myself and I told myself you called in sick that day. I decided I just needed to show up. I just needed to brave, be bold. And you know what? That lie, that little lie, well it worked. I showed up and made it through the afternoon.
~Today I lied, and that’s okay.~
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Lies are okay when they push you to do things you don’t want to do,but help you to be brave and bold.
I agree! Thank you for visiting.
Oh, Amy, what a poignant slice. I’m so sorry you’ve lost a friend.
Molly, thank you.
Showing up is half the battle, no matter how we get ourselves there.
So true! Thank you, Jennifer.
We lie when we need to sometimes. Your piece is moving and brave.
Diane, thank you!
Oh, Amy, I’ve missed your last few posts. This must be so hard. Glad you were able to show up and be brave. Blessings during this sad time.
Ramona, your kind words warm my heart. Thank you.
You were brave – even though it is hard, you stay brave.
Thank you, Tara.
So touching. Thank you for sharing such a personal post. May every day become easier for you.
Rose, thank you for your kind words.
It is hard to move on, but we must. I admire your strength.
Thank you, Bob.
This is how I got through the first part of my junior year of high school. When times got too tough, I pretended like things were different. Sending you strength!
Thank you, Ashley. The pretending worked well for me.