I am the best kind of exhausted. This morning, when the alarm went off I wanted to keep on sleeping. But sleeping would mean missing out on my plans for the day—the kind of plans that bring me joy.
The past couple weeks have been filled with joy.
First, I went on a Choice Literacy writing retreat where I worked and worked until I had fully unearthed the dormant writer inside of me. I was joyfully surrounded by strong, wise, inspirational women who made me want to be a better writer, thinker, person.
Then, I headed to the All-Write Summer Institute where I reconnected with friends from near and far. I serendipitously ended up with a hotel room adjoining an online bestie, which tempted us to stay up, pajama clad, talking into the wee hours of the morning. At first, I worried about being too tired, but then, just like this morning, I realized the joy of spending time with friends was worth the lack of sleep.
Now, I am sitting at a local Starbucks, clacking away on my Mac amongst my writing group—because traveling is amazing, but so is coming home. It brings me joy that these teacher-writer-friends are worth dragging myself out from under the covers. These are the people who prevent me from retreating into a state of splendid isolation after weeks of learning, writing, and growing on the road. The promise of a Vanilla Bean Frappuccino doesn’t hurt, either.
|My Writing Group: Me, Mark (my husband), David, and Jessica (our friends)|