one year, 100 weekly newsletters, summaries opportunities songs

How many words in a week, a day?

Depends. Like today,

lesson plan
chat recaps
student feedback
Countless emails; huge range of voice/format- accomodating and procedural, tending to a students broken heart, passing on a message for an Elder, to all staff, to newcomers, to chastise a racist, ( Read more... )

I avoid telling coworkers and friends how much I'm working. I'm conflicted about it - like "dont be scab" or take on weird martyr complex. But also I'm learning a ton, there's room for deep collaborative relationships and creativity, and Im being paid well for the first time in my life. How much of this responsibility could or should I accept? How ( Read more... )

A framework

A toolkit

A goddamn answer for why I'm like this

Spent the day immersed in enjoyable and satisfying work with no regaard for the urgent priorities previously identified and underlined in bright red

It's fine

Optimistic about capacity always, ignore deny avoid distract

Go back to the first question -

who are my people?

Why do I do this?

Up late chaotically nonsensicly avoiding everything

How to feel your feelings - sounds fake. Sounds hard. Scrolling tiktok over an experience with genuine emotions, thank you. Coping tools crumbling. Find peace, light, joy.

That's why

I know a lot of really smart people.

That creative spark, smouldering under the embers. I imagine a tiny flame, gasping. Are you still there?

Wrists sore from typing, face from smiling. I want to be a better listener. "Shutting the fuck up - great concept, but not my thing." Hours and hours, content machine from your bedroom. Talk talk talk talk. ( Read more... )

I like having an old journal I can go back to

I encourage it

Stacks of them ignored on shelves at home, and this one too, usually

Tonight looking for a story, remembering that I started LJ in 2002, when I was 15 years old. Twenty years ago.

Looking back, cringe and tenderness for the child self, buoyant and overeager

I need a story for a lesson plan. ( Read more... )

One night, heart pounding in our snug apartment, every space overtaken by work. Bedroom my office and classroom, living room his art factory. Windows drawn to see the colours better, like the studio. Special monitors, an NDA, as movie magic comes together in the next room. What a different role, and life, to be near each day.

My world is a sheet of ( Read more... )

Test test - is this thing on ( Read more... )

This cat, Missy, likes to come and sit beside me. She's a well adjusted fluffy grey striped wisp, too small for the giant leap from the floor to the bed but somehow she makes it look effortless. She belongs to my roommate, leaving me all of the pleasentries of a pet's company and none of the responsibility ( Read more... )

Such a powerful voice. How could this happen? How do we let this keep happening? She's just gone. Her family. Her future. Goodbye Teveannah ( Read more... )