so here’s the deal. taking a break from the blogging stuff - way back in, oh what was it? april? – seeeeeeeeeeeeeeemed like a fabulous idea at the time. but now it’s, um, turning september in less than 8 hours and there’s hardly been a blip on the screen from me.
i’d make some excuses here, but really? i just didn’t want to write. no offense to anyone who cares that much. (and yeah, if you do, chill, plz? ‘k. thx.) A LOT happened this summer. some spectacular stuff, some funny stuff, and some pretty stressful stuff. and it’s all stored somewhere deep and comfortable in the caverns of my brain. and maybe someday i’ll write about some of it and bore you with my ramblings then. but for now….i’m just going to start with today.
because today i got to analyze testing data. all. day. long. after i spent the entire week last week doing the same thing (on my own, mind you. who says i ain’t a self-starter?). i finally had to laugh to myself because who knew that looking at numbers and state reading objectives could make a girl soooooo incredibly homesick. because that is what happened. and those of you from the life i just moved away from will get a kick out of this: i missed data groups. and continuous improvement. and, dare I say it? okay. i'll whisper it...taks. (if you are reading this and suddenly feel clueless, please don’t fret. your justifiable ignorance - a word i use with only the most POSITIVE connotation - really is a strong indicator that i should have a life away from those three things. because seriously? they should not be the topics of 94.6% of my conversations.)
please laugh now.
trust me…..this nostalgic feeling will fade very quickly. as in, just because i got all misty-eyed at how much easier all of this use to be for me, it doesn’t mean it’s worth it to come back to.
and maybe…..maybe it was just easier today to admit that i missed the “easiness” of the Texas numbers game (seriously. i heart the okies, but they need to get some of their shit together when it comes to this) instead of the people. because somedays it’s harder to explain why i left them.
...and to myself.