Back to School

No matter how long it’s been, I still think like a teacher. Labor Day marks the end of Summer and the beginning of Fall. Another year begins, and such an ingrained way of looking at things is not all bad.

A teacher (and student) gets to start over every September. Whiteboards are cleaned (literally and metephorically), fresh markers are ready to write the year’s lessons as if for the first time. For me, it’s all about new opportunities; it’s all about grace.

Although I no longer need school supplies, I always buy a new journal. Although I no longer have pre-season practices, I use the cooler temperatures to up my physical efforts. Although classes are a thing of the past, I reestablish my daily rituals, and even though there are no exams, I establish goals to work toward.

I write to invite you to join me returning to school. I promise, there are no grades, and, who knows, you might just grow in new ways.