The end of a long week.
Bible study on Monday night.
Spanish class on Tuesday.
Parent/teacher conferences until 8:30 on Wednesday.
A district class until 7:00 on Thursday.
Typically, by this time on Friday nights, I'm falling asleep on the couch.
But not tonight.
Tonight it's March 1st, and I'm slicing.
I've sliced every March since 2011.
2011 was a long time ago. In 2011, both of my sons were still living at home. I was the administrative assistant (kind of like an assistant principal) at a small school just a few minutes away from my house. I was juggling work and my boys' never-ending football, basketball, and track schedules. We had two dogs, wild and crazy black lab mixes- Star and Jack, who regularly appeared in my posts because they regularly escaped from the yard and went on wild rampages throughout the neighborhood.
And now it's 2019. I have sliced for nine years. My boys have graduated from high school and been to junior colleges in Arizona and have come back home. One son made me a grandmother. Crazy Jack died. My mom has had brain surgery and moved into a senior living complex. I took her dog, Boo, then Boo died. I taught fourth grade at a school that closed. I have been a literacy coach and a reading interventionist at a dual language school since August 2012. We've have been through three principals and we are currently in the process of hiring a fourth.
And much of my life is recorded in slices.
I was halfway thinking about not slicing. I'm way too busy right now and can't imagine writing for 31 days straight.
But then I read my slices from the past, and I can't imagine not writing. Not capturing those stories
So here we go again…