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… til tomorrow for days 9 & 10. Someone just got a last minute invite to the beach, and I really wanted to have some beach time for the 30 days of 30. Looks like it’s gonna happen!
I have posts I’m rushing to finish before the storm hits my power, but if I don’t make it, I’ll be back when we get power back! I’ll back post, if I don’t get the posts finished. In the meantime, check out here for some awesome thoughts from Seth Godin on change, transformation, and community!
I was in 7th grade, at public school for the first time ever. As if junior high weren’t bad enough already, I switched schools (that should tell you how bad my old school was) into a school where most of the kids had been classmates or neighbors since kindergarten. Book smarts came naturally to me, but social smarts, maybe not as easily. My home was a 30 minute walk from school. Most days, I would walk to a friend’s home …
Jennifer and me holding the machetes after a day’s work! Thursday (for those of you keeping track) we worked with children in the morning and machetes in the afternoon. First, let me tell you a bit about machetes. I grew up in a suburban neighborhood in Maryland, just outside of Washington, D.C: one would think that machetes would be few and far between, and yet, we were familiar with them. Ask any of my family members. There was a day …
To wrap up the never-ending concrete story, let me begin by sharing, that as long as this concrete story feels, our day felt longer. After we returned from lunch, the kids huddled and decided whether or not we would proceed and finish with the project: clothes were torn, arms were dry and peeling, construction boots were close to being sucked off of our feet. My hands, albeit bandaged, had none of the damage that some of the other kids did …
