The time I spent this afternoon in my office was glorious.
It was a bookend to a day where I had visited with all three daughters, it was a productive day, and it was a day of getting ready.
This room became ‘my office’ after many years of being claimed by one of our girls.
The ‘getting ready’ is my default setting after many years of teaching and now working with new teachers.
Tomorrow I will meet my new interns for the first time.
I can’t wait.
I have so much I want to say to them.
So this afternoon I worked on getting ‘my nest made’.
My materials are organized, and seeing everything in its place makes me feel calm.
I like the robin’s egg blue, white, and black.
There is a great place to take a nap, if you need one.
This bed was used by all of our girls.
In my mother’s imagination and sentimental heart, these worn places may have been made by them getting ready too.
I use plates in every room.
I have my supplies ready. There is nothing better, in my book, than the feel of a black Bic pen.
My inspiration board is right above my desk, topped by my favorite saying.
And now I am off to pick out what I am going to wear.
Remember doing that?
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