Growing up in Western Washington, we always hoped for snow. Snow was fleeting, and it brought with it the potential for school to be canceled. But as the rain would inevitably wash away any chance for icy roads, we learned to wish for snow that may or may not come and may or may not ever stick to the ground long enough for it to be played in. Its funny now living in a place that in all likelihood will be snowy through March. I’m surprised how much I still feel that little “snow day” feeling when I look out my back door and see that new snow has fallen.
Now that the madness of finals is over and I actually have some time to write here, I thought I’d kick off my Winter Break posts by remembering something small. I find that often I forget about the small joys of school, or the things I found joy in when I was in elementary school. I remember if it would ever snow while we were at school we would attempt to have a snow ball fight even if the snow wasn’t quite able to form a proper ball. It was pure joy, on snow days, and I wonder what it would be like if classrooms could contain that same joy.
As this blog began near the end of my first semester in my PhD program, the lack of posts shouldn’t surprise me. I am committed, however, to posting far more frequently from this point forward. So, on this Sunday night in December I pledge to make livedreality.org a priority and get back into my blog writing frame of mind. I am excited about where this iteration of my voice in the interweb will take me. Here’s hoping this is the best yet.