She loves me, she loves me not.
I so remember picking the petals off a daisy as a little girl, siting in a circle with friends in front of the Hobensack's house on 8th Street.
A similar refrain has been going through my head the past few weeks. First I received the email from the Slice of Life Challenge inviting me again to participate, and then my daughter, the best author in the family, also invited me.
Last year I was in, all in.
This year? I'm out. I'm in. I'm out . . .
And so I decided this year I was definitely not going to participate. And I had a multitude of reasons-- or excuses?
One of the main reasons/excuses was last year's SOL.
I was determined to write all 31 days. And I was on a roll.
Day after day I wrote. I was going to make it!
And then one busy day somewhere around Day 22 or 23, I woke up one Saturday morning thinking about the busy day to come as a high school principal and it hit me.
I had not written a post the day before.
How did I forget? Yes, it was a busy day. Fridays are always a blur in high schools, especially for principals.
And so my best opportunity to write every day ended just like that. My perfectionism hit me as a train barreling around a mountain curve. Failure.
And so, that is most likely the reason that I woke up this morning with my decision set. I hate to fail again, and I most assuredly will never make 31 days of writing. I was out. Definitely out.
And then tonight. What just popped up on my email and Facebook? My daughter's #SOL16 post. And she delineated her dilemma-- how hard it is for her to participate. She is a ELL high school teacher with a new baby, Time is extremely limited.
And then her post also detailed all the steps she has taken to inspire her own students to participate-- to motivate them, as she always does. She is a special teacher and her students' world stories are also special. I read it. And then I read it again.
And that is that. My daughter inspires and motivates me. And so does #SOL16.
I am in. . . .