Slice 12 of 31
I was looking through my coaching notebook from summer last year and found the I am formula poem...wrote it about slicing...all that I am and want to be...
I am me, Amy, wife, mom, teacher, coach...and a writer?!
I wonder if I can really write and slice everyday…
I hear twinkling music, snoring, coughing, crying…
I see streetlights, headlights, nightlights, desk lights
I want a quiet moment with the keys and the screen
I am me, Amy, wife, mom, teacher, coach and a writer?
I pretend I am listening really thinking-but my mind is drifting…about my next slice
I feel a shiver, a shudder, a quiver-wondering if I can be free
I touch the keys to break free from distractions
I worry that I’m not spending time when it matters
I cry when I realize nothing stays the same
I am me, Amy, wife, mom, teacher, coach and a writer.
I understand why nothing stays the same.
I say that change is a good thing.
I dream that change can happen and be positive
I try to reflect on the outcome of change
I hope that reflection can lead to growth.
I am me, Amy, wife, mom, teacher, coach and a writer!