The Spotlight

I used to crave it, then I hated it, then I moved into a community house where people asked me with genuine sincerity, "how are you." I freeze. In those moments of frozen contemplation I'm trying to redefine myself. No longer do I need attention for the sake of it. But what to do with it when it comes...

I've had many moments in my community where I've answered, "fine" or "good", or "gee my students were tough today.". And I always walked away wondering why I couldn't be more honest.

Last Tuesday (our no-fly zone) my roommates, my lovely roommates asked me how i was. And I told them. Life is hard for me right now, in many ways. And I talked, and they listened, and I talked some more. It felt safe. It wasn't about deciding who I was, or am, or want to be. It was the moment. And they listened, and asked question. And not one single time did they say, "Can we do something else, something more fun because this is our Tuesday night."

I was heard, I was poured into, I was loved, I was held accountable, and I am eternally grateful and yet even those words will never due the proper justice.

Sunny Days

I love sunny days.