As the cliche goes, where does the time go also? It has left the the arms of my marriage and slipped on a bicycle around Europe and across the United States and lead me through a series of classrooms all the way to my current one in Monterrey, Mexico teaching kids of privilege. Sometimes, this isn't the Mexico of my dreams. I feel like I have to learn all the lessons I already learned in my early 20s all over again like I'm suddenly stupid. Most days, I forget at least one thing that makes my days more challenging, or maybe creative. I'm not sure at all what I'm doing with my life, and I'm trying to learn to be okay with that for the meantime.
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