It's been a long week. A good week but a long week.
A wonderful, inspiring, kind writing consultant named Matt Glover has been working with the elementary teachers and I've gotten to tag along. I'm growing as a conferrer.
A cold. An upset stomach. Grossness hit.
Every moment of each day's been busy. Like warp speed from 7:30 - 5:30.
This isn't unique for anyone. Really not at all. We've all had weeks like this.
Today I was feeling exhausted. That point where you just wanna cry.
My shoulders were hunched (more than usual), my hair I knew had to be a fright and I think due to a fever I had most of the day I had that lovely pasty, pale glow.
I was waiting on the side of the road at 6:15. It's hard to catch a rickshaw at that time of day. A couple of ricks had stopped but said no to my destination. Again, not atypical.
I was giving up hope. Thinking I'd have to walk home and the day's weight would be even heavier. The plan was to give it 5 more minutes and then I'd walk.
Then along rode a cute guy on his motorcycle. He smiled and gave me the Joey Tribbiani, "how you doin'?" head nod. You know the one.
I smile and shook my head. Was he serious? I turned around to catch a second glimpse. He did too. I laughed.
Thanks Mr. Motorcycle Guy for the nod. It was just what I needed and made all of the grossness, tiredness, and sickness melt away for a few minutes. Well, that along with the rickshaw who pulled up right after you drove away and who finally brought me home.
A wonderful, inspiring, kind writing consultant named Matt Glover has been working with the elementary teachers and I've gotten to tag along. I'm growing as a conferrer.
A cold. An upset stomach. Grossness hit.
Every moment of each day's been busy. Like warp speed from 7:30 - 5:30.
This isn't unique for anyone. Really not at all. We've all had weeks like this.
Today I was feeling exhausted. That point where you just wanna cry.
My shoulders were hunched (more than usual), my hair I knew had to be a fright and I think due to a fever I had most of the day I had that lovely pasty, pale glow.
I was waiting on the side of the road at 6:15. It's hard to catch a rickshaw at that time of day. A couple of ricks had stopped but said no to my destination. Again, not atypical.
I was giving up hope. Thinking I'd have to walk home and the day's weight would be even heavier. The plan was to give it 5 more minutes and then I'd walk.
Then along rode a cute guy on his motorcycle. He smiled and gave me the Joey Tribbiani, "how you doin'?" head nod. You know the one.
I smile and shook my head. Was he serious? I turned around to catch a second glimpse. He did too. I laughed.
Thanks Mr. Motorcycle Guy for the nod. It was just what I needed and made all of the grossness, tiredness, and sickness melt away for a few minutes. Well, that along with the rickshaw who pulled up right after you drove away and who finally brought me home.
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