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I am doing that thing again where I stop and start, stop and start again with writing. (New page, new thoughts.) I think you call this writer's block.  Or 'scattered teacher with a complex that writing isn't as valuable as everything else you love'. 

Of course that's not true.  And that's what I must first declare in order to writ anything else past this one singular sentence.  A pause, a breath, an anchored thought is very worth the time.  What follows this of course is further stillness in chaotic, frenetic places. 

You level out and become more yourself and live in the world more freely when you give voice and credit to the thing you really love.   When you inhabit what you are passionate about, it stills things that needed to be stilled and enhances the rest of the story you're supposed to live. 



That's why stopping to write, even amidst the teaching, does a great, good thing for me.  The smile is more genuine when the kids come in the door, the next step is more obvious, the course of the day more seamless and true.  You want this in your very own 'walking around life', don't you?  We all want this. 

Always for me, writing past writer's block is the trickiest trick.  And getting past it is the nicest feeling.

Onward, Monday.