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I feel a poem coming on...

I am trying to stick to all of my New Year resolutions.
It hasn't been easy.

I read every day.
For school.
For work.
For fun.

I write every day.
Something important
And, sometimes, not so important.

I try to remember to stay in the moment.

I have finished two books.
98 to go.

I am not eating as healthy as I would like.

I have yet to start an exercise program.
At least, I have the schedule written down.
Now, I just have to start going.

Now, I am sitting in writing club.
The four girls in my class
are writing away.
Well, at least three of them are.
One is arranging her crayons in some kind of order.
She distracts herself and those around her.
Which is about everybody else since there are only
four girls in the class.

I try to ignore it.
10 minutes to go before the end of silent writing time.

I'm doing pretty well, I think.
Until one little girl approaches me
ready to ask me a question, I guess -
at least she's whispering -
"Can I use my notebook to make a chapter book?"
"Of course", I say.
She was the same one who whooped a cry of joy when
I announced silent writing time.
"Yeah," she said.
"I love silent writing time."

They're giggling now.

So much for silent writing time.

5 minutes to go.

At least I wrote something today.
Ready to post.

Posted to Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Tuesday

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