Eh, got a few things stuck in my craw this morning. Trying not to let it seep and settle into my being. Trying not to let it disrupt the internal work I am doing to resist the battle with forces outside my room, outside my control. Trying to stay true the “better journey” of working within myself, my room, my control. Trying.

The details don’t matter, and to be honest, I am not even entirely sure why I decided to venture here this morning. Maybe I needed to just write it out. Maybe I needed to know that others, too, are trying. Maybe I just needed to get my grump out this morning.

Of course, it–as is almost always the case–has nothing to do with kids. Never with kids. It has to do with adults. Always with adults. Working with adults has been the toughest part of the job for me as I look back over the years. It is they who make the job “trying” at times.

Oh, but I am not just pointing fingers. I, too, am an adult, and I, too, can be “trying” to work with as well. I know this. I own this. And I have tried to better this. And that “better” has led me to saying less outside and doing more inside. I left the battle for the journey. I traded my sword for my walking stick. I am trying to be less-trying. But it’s hard.

But it’s also better. I have learned the work that matters happens in my room with my kids. And that is where I turn when things get noisy from the outside. But it’s not an apathetic response. It’s not resignation. No, it’s resolve. The noise outside is just a distraction. So, I center myself in my journey and better begins again.

And with that, I feel better already. Thank you.

Happy Tuesday, all.

Do. Reflect. Do Better.