Amazing Year Day 4

12 Mar

Today was destined to be one of those mind-boggling workathons. A 13-hour shift filled with meetings, deadlines, and mentoring. It still renders me delirious how a plan can come together. Last year at this point, our World Scholar’s Cup squad was just two teams, and six students. We’ve evolved to bustling gargantuan force with 11 teams, and 33 students. Nearly all of them eager to pledge their time to hone their debate skills and research. It’s tiring work, but I’m happy to lead them. Thirty years from now when I hang up the boots, I think creating student-driven clubs will have been my legacy. The students need an outlet for expression, leadership, and growth and it’s a joy to see them blossom.

Following the tiring shift, it was time to unwind. I learned back in Florida that when you feel you have no time for anything then it truly is time to just STOP! and refuel. I did. Sort of. A pleasant midnight stroll on deserted streets felt like an eerie vacation. A trick. A mirage. I had secret plans. Work. Obtain new ID photos from a curious 24/7 booth.


Then it was on for some play. It was Monday after all, the day I plunge into one of 52 Pep Talks for Writers. 


I enjoy books which have a calendar-friendly collection of installments so that I can have something to look forward to each day/week/menstrual cycle. It also prevents me from rushing too quickly. It’s important to allow the little nuggets of wisdom to dissolve into my soul. This week’s lesson was all about reaching out to find or become a mentor, and the importance of sage advice. Turning on the reflection lamp, I thought about all of the personal and professional mentors I’m grateful for. Here’s to hoping a shoutout to all these eclectic path makers get their own post soon. In the interim, Neil Gaiman will serve as my fantasy (double meaning intended) mentor.

“We all need someone who helps open the door to a bolder, truer vision of ourselves.” – Grant Faulkner


Today also marked my first entry in a new journal titled Great Thoughts Notebook. The idea from was flash-fiction marvel Stuart Dybeck’s entry in the Field Guide to Writing Flash Fiction, another delightful ditty I dive into in careful increments. Dybeck beckons us to find the “lint” of our childhood and from there to find our stories.


Day 4 already. Wow. Here’s a final photo, a family photo (of sorts): my most recent notebook buddies complete with a complimentary shot of some socks (my feet are inside them…. cliche, right? I prefer footless sock shots).

“A notebook is a net for collecting stray perceptions, dreams.” – Stuart Dybek


Top Left to Bottom Right: Children’s Literature Vol. 17; Short Fiction Vol. 2; Kid Jokes; Poetry, the Worst; Great Thoughts Notebook; Comic Drawings; Thoodles; Young Adult Literature.

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