I had hoped to write such a lovely post today, as a farewell to this month full of riches and growth and community, but instead, I’m looking at a day where I have two conferences for my own kids, classes to teach, tests to grade, comments to write, and grades to enter before the 8 AM deadline tomorrow morning. I’m so irritated with myself for not clearing this grading off my plate so I could have been more reflective today, but then, I guess, that’s not always what Slicing is about.
Slicing is about stealing a few minutes in the hushed silence of a house that hasn’t woken up yet while your fingers tap tap tap at the keys before they start to ask about breakfast and lunch and two dollars for walking club and sign this test please and where are my sneakers? Slicing is about stealing a few minutes between classes to capture that nagging sensation that finally floated into your mind, fully articulated, at the most inconvenient time of day. Slicing is about making sure to leave comments on all the new blogs you’ve followed in the past month, the writers who just retired or are waving goodbye to their toddlers in the morning, the writers who are inspiring kids in their classrooms and collapsing at the end of busy schooldays. Slicing is about finding that last drop of inspiration when you thought there was simply nothing left. Slicing is about putting something on the “page” and feeling free to take a risk because everyone knows slices don’t have to be revised or polished before they enter the greater conversation.
I’m hoping to have more time tomorrow to reflect and write about all that this month of writing has given me–but not today. Today is just for limping (or whimpering) over the finish line, feeling hollow and wobbly, knowing I have much ahead of me today, and feeling grateful for everyone out there who’s convinced me I have something valuable to say. Thank you all so much for this month full of challenge–it’s meant more to me than I can express (right now, at least, but maybe even at all).