Melting into May
What is it about May? It's like all the emotions I buried under so many feet of snow are now breaking the surface, as the cold melts away. The changing of seasons triggers something. The rhythm of May, with it's warmth, it's rituals, and routines somehow makes fuzzy memories clearer, and my heart softer. I write my feelings pretty easily and honestly. So, if you mostly know me "in writing" you probably don't realize this, but I've become adept at bottling emotions. Saving them for later. I'm not the person who gets a lump in her throat or who's voice cracks when I speak emotion-laden words. My eyes don't tear up during a sad movie, a wedding, or a funeral. I gave my dad's entire eulogy and my sister-in-law's wedding ceremony without "needing a minute." In a classroom erupting in chaos I can usually calmly state, "Let's keep making choices we're proud of" and "Show me what we're supposed to be doing...