I don’t know what to write in these 10 minutes I’ve allotted myself. I started out with 30 minutes, actually, and spent 20 of those in analytics and reading old posts. And this exposition has cost me another two minutes.

I love working with kids. But I love writing. Last night at my wellness check, I talked a blue streak about my love of writing. For example, I don’t realize how boring “copywriting” sounds to everyone else. To me it is so exciting, and so much fun.

But I am a tried and true, grass roots nerd. It’s okay. As an adult, I’m proud of who I am.

Another example: in my writing groups, I’m having the kids use spider maps to plan a short little narrative about their favorite activities. As an example on the whiteboard, I plotted my own favorite activity, which of course was writing.

They all hate writing, because they believe they aren’t good at it. If I could change that for even one of them, it would make my whole year.

Although I am a good writer, I still feel I should know more about it to teach it.

I feel that I should know more about virtually everything. I’m always looking for more opportunities to educate myself. My appetite for knowledge is the same as for refined sugars: bottomless.

Now it’s really time to go.