It’s been seven years. Seven years since I pushed “Publish” on my very first post. Since then, I’ve taught in multiple schools. I’ve gotten married. I moved across country. I’ve put on a couple pounds. I’ve developed as an educator. And, yet, I’m still the same person.

The same person who loves coming on here to ramble about all my thoughts and my feelings.

The same person who is optimistic about teaching and loving on kids.

I’m the same person who comes home exhausted at the end of the day only to wake up every morning and do it all over again.

Though I don’t use this actual blog page as much as I use my Facebook page, I love that it’s still here. As a reminder of what I once was. And what I’ve developed into through years of practice and experience.

I don’t know why this whole writing thing has been the one thing that I’ve been so consistent with in my life. It’s lasted longer than any diet, any relationship, any job I’ve ever had. It’s been my constant. Which is so surprising to me because, growing up, I was never a strong writer. It was nothing that I was ever praised about as a kid. And any time I had to submit a paper, it was an all-night struggle for me. I hated it.

But, here, where I can write about what I feel and nobody is holding me to a “five paragraph essay” and a rubric, I feel like things just flow. And this blog has become a sacred place where I get to house all my thoughts and reflections and lessons I’ve learned from all my kids.

Grateful to have this space.

Here’s to another 7 years!