Half Days and Cafes

This week ends the first quarter of my teaching career, which means lots and lots of grading for me. To be honest, without the kids in the classroom, it soon becomes a very dull and boring place to grade. So I filled my backpack full of essays and biked out to a cafe for a change of location.

I find myself so often in need of a change of location or just a change of some sort. I am always rearranging my room (stack-able furniture in college was the best thing ever!) or reorganizing something. Growing up we moved house every few years and the idea of a new space to work with always excited me. Change allows me to see things in a new way, get a new perspective and have a fresh start.

Change doesn't have to mean loss. Just because I move from point A to point B doesn't make point A any less important or lessen the hold it has on my heart. I need to stop treating love as if I only have a certain amount of it. As I have gotten older my heart has only grown larger to hold more people and places. It is important to focus on the present, which means the past does fade into the background, but as soon as it comes back into focus, in memories or reunions, it is just as loved as it ever was.

I need to treasure each moment as it comes and not be afraid of change. Often, it is just what I need.