It’s very rare that I get to sit in the confines of my room with nothing but a fan going, a candle burning, and Natasha Bedingfield playing in the background. But it’s a fantastic time to reflect, reconnect, and reorganize. This whole adult thing creeps up on me every once and a while, sometimes against my will and I am forced to swallow my pride, push away any hurt and see what I’ve done wrong. I still count on my fingers, I bite my nails, sometimes I’d rather get a pedicure than teach a class, I’ll be interested in a boy I know nothing will happen with, I spend money frivolously, I have a hard time holding my tongue… the list goes on and on. Those things all remind me of how much I need to grow up, but when I look at the faces of the students I teach, to them I already am a grown up. So it makes me think what kind of an example am I being? When I wake up and want to hit the snooze button, when I’m running late and haven’t gotten my coffee, when I lie awake all night thinking, I need to remember… those kids don’t know. All they need from me is a smile and a willingness to teach and invest in them. And then we’ll grow together :)