for each inch cut…

…the roots grow ten where we can’t see them.
Rainer Maria1

I’m thankful for clarity, when it comes to me. The last few weeks have shown me that I really need to figure out what I’m doing with my life. I’m not unhappy, just…coasting. I’m working on being kinder to myself, on understanding that coasting is a perfectly reasonable place to be considering the events of the past year. I don’t want to coast through my whole life, though, waiting for good things to happen to me. I need a blueprint that keeps me on track, that guides my decisions about my personal life (family, friends, romance), my creative life (music, writing, and perhaps visual art), my health (mental and physical), my identity as a scholar and teacher.

I’m thankful for the smart, supportive friends I’ve found here in my new home.

I’m thankful for the resources to work these things out and for the optimism that tells me I’ll be able to.


  1. After ten years the band is-unfortunately-calling it quits.
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3 thoughts on “for each inch cut…

  1. just to introduce myself: I’ve been reading you for a little bit, found you I think through the teaching carnival. Anyway, I’ll just pipe up in support of being easy on oneself about coasting–sometimes there is nothing else to do and it’s good to have some acceptance about it.

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