Even though it's a Saturday, I am still awake to my alarm, going through my work day motions, and getting ready for a day of teaching and learning. My National Writing Project site is hosting a full day regional conference on writing today, and I am a presenter.
I usually LOVE this kind of day, but today I did not want to get out of bed for some reason.
Sharing my teaching with adults used to make me nervous, but I've done it a lot and it is no longer butterfly inducing. I have all of my materials ready to go, and I have a solid, simple idea to share. I'm all set.
Then why was it so hard to get out of bed this morning?
I hope it was just the new sweats,
or the flannel sheets,
or the two blankets.
I hope my hesitation to jump out of bed a sieze that day was simply just the desire to be comfy and not a sign of a hard day.
I put on cashmere just in case.