I May Need a Power Suit to Get Through the Day, But It is Here: May 28 - Writing Our Lives & Bravely Belonging: There's No Place Like Home

I'm always thankful to receive foundational support for the work I do and it is an honor to brag, celebrate, dream, and put books and writing utensils into the hands of youth. 8 schools, 100s of kids, wonderful teachers, incredible authors, and a day of writing workshops in a spectacular location on campus. This, of course, requires much on the behind-the-scenes front, especially organizing the ways 8 locations do things completely differently. It's wonderful to pay teachers for the extra work they do with their kids, too.

Rose, Maddy, and I spent some time at Mellow Monkey, then Rose and I drove to Possible Futures to get copies of Hope Wins which ironically came in super late (what good is hope if UPS isn't there with the boxes). I also spent much of the morning working on campus to load up the rooms, hand the signs, prepare for the chaos, and await the buses that will be arriving any time this morning...hopefully safely and without incident. 

At this point, everything has been taken care of and we can only hope it's a spectacular time for us all. Having Rose with me has been extra special, because she gets it...I'm still trying to figure out how she runs 12,000 kids through her NTTBF each year. I can't even begin to imagine the secret work it takes to make that happen. I attended one time and was in absolute awe.

Today, I simply have to blast off and make it to the finish. I spent much of yesterday keeping my eyelids open with toothpicks as I can feel my body collapsing from it all. I just like mowing the lawn and taking walks. The crazy days aren't arriving with the same kind of energy I used to have (Rose and I laughed at this...what does it mean to aim for average, instead of excellence?). 

Not our style. And with that...need to get my butt to campus and start unpacking all the goods to be handed out.