I don’t know how to begin this so you’ll just have to bear with me while I write through my blocks. And I’ll warn you now, this will be long. Very long. I’ll probably be breaking it up into parts, so grab a coffee or a wine - whatever you want to drink for whatever time of day it is you’re reading this - and get comfy. Also, you should know I’ve had therapy for all I’m about to write about and I’m okay with doing this. It took a long time to get to this place, but I’m here.
And in case I don’t get to it tonight, one of the biggest heroes in this story is my husband.
I was going to write I HATE “expletive” field trips but realized I’m so tired from supervising said “expletive” field trip, I couldn’t think of where to put the comma in order to keep you from reading that sentence as me doing some sort of pervy shit to field trips instead just really really not liking them.
It’s the age old Verb vs. Adjective dilemma.
In no particular order, this is what I hate about field trips:
I want you to listen very very closely as you read this blog. If you listen hard enough, I do believe you’ll hear Erica closing the door on letting me have free reign on my blog topics from this point forward.
Yesterday I was on a high. And not my usual marker smelling high. I was on a high because we started a Kindness Revolution. And within hours, our #BeKind hashtag was the No. 1 trending topic on twitter. It was amazing watching the #BeKind twitter stream and reading the random acts of kindness being tweeted out.
I just wanted to take a quick sec to clear up one thing. During the height of #BeKind more than a few people tweeted giving me credit for the Kindness Revolution and oh, what a great idea! Let me be abundantly clear...