afterwards.

Well who even knows where to start?

A whole bunch of a lot of stuff happened in the last few weeks.

I’m sitting on my porch, enjoying the new and improved twinkly lights that accompanied graduation on this porch a few Fridays ago.

Our school year is complete.

I homeschooled a sixth grader, a seventh grader, a sophomore, a junior and a senior.

My teaching at Meadowlark is done, for now.

I finished my third year as a Writing and Literature teacher. I’m going to sincerely and deeply miss my students but next year I won’t be in the classroom.

I’m not finished with education. I’ll still be on the leadership team at Meadowlark. I still have four more students at Wildwood to educate next year.

I am officially done with anything resembling elementary school though. I’ll only have junior high and high school students at Wildwood. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?

I have thoughts and thoughts, rambles and tidy words too, to write about graduation, a Wickstrum framily wedding in Texas and the fact that my daughter is a high school graduate.

And I’ll get to those – just you wait.

But right now I’m going to start some water on the kettle. I’m going to sit under these lights for a few minutes and practice a skill that does not come naturally to me – being still. Being present.

Because one thing I know well is that this day is precious and it’s not coming back again.

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