My new favorite word. Mulligan. Not so much into the golf thing, but mulligan I like. I like do-overs. Things feel a little out of control these days and there's not a lot I can control. Nothing I can, really. Except getting a new basket at the grocery store when mine insists on going almost completely sideways and I'm too tired to fight with it...mulligan! I get a new one.
My mulligan theory doesn't work so well in life because most of my "olds" don't go away. But it's ok. I call mulligan and Ivory and I laugh and it makes things better. And you realize there really are no do-overs in life.
Who I Am.....
I'm a high school teacher who wonders if she is sane most days. I love my job and my kids everyday, so the doubt is worth it. But the reality is.....I talk to teenagers all day. Most of whom see me as a parent-figure. And I'm wading my way through being a role-model when I'm still trying to find my own way. So I feel inadequate everyday. I started writing because I was reading and felt like a voyeur. It's hard for me to say what I feel, especially when I forever feel the need to edit. But at the end of the day, it's nice to know I'm not the only crazy one.
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