This is Day Two

of long, but deeply satisfying workdays. Yesterday, I got to run the event that I planned, and tonight, I got to hang out with the coolest six girls I have met all year. Once again, I’m living my perfect life, now I just have to make it sustainable.

But exciting as these activities are, I am pretty wiped right now—not so much from the hours as the energy invested in these projects, so things like blogging and poems have fallen by the wayside, and I find myself writing in a sleepy (if satisfied) haze, slumped down on the couch, typing the first words that come to mind. This isn’t how I envisioned this year-long endeavor, so as always adjustments might need to be made. It seems that I have the energy and time to do one thing really well, and lately that thing has been exercise, but maybe that is only because I’ve been doing it in the mornings, and have been leaving writing for later evening hours. Writing when I’ve just gotten home and right before I go to bed hasn’t been exactly fruitful. For example, this post.

Tonight the girls brainstormed polarizing topics that interested them, and then we practiced having constructive dialogue (as opposed to debate) about controversial issues. They were great at it. I was surprised, though, that money did not come up. College came up, religion, the environment, but not money. In retrospect, I suppose I didn’t have many concrete opinions about money at that age either, theoretical ideas yes, but when I talked about money I wasn’t talking about my lived experience. Now money is one of the most concrete parts of my world. I want to tell them about this, to make sure that they go out into the world knowing more about money’s power than I did, but I am not sure how. I am not sure that we really understand what money means until we’re paying our own medical bills, our own rent, until we must provide for ourselves more than a parent or even a school provided for us.

You guys. I am a little bit sorry to even post this in this state, because that last sentence makes no sense as it is written. But I can’t—I’m going to have to get back to you on this one.

One comment

  1. I think your writing makes sense….please send me separately what you did to do this dialogue with your girls as I think it would be applicable to my Sunday classes. There is no law that says one must blog every day. Take it from me, I know.

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