Frank Herbert once said, “There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.”
I began this story in 2011 with much uncertainty in the method and sometimes in the direction, but with very purposeful intention. The way the story would play out was as much a mystery to me as it was to anyone else. This blog isn’t a novel after all…though I resist the urge weekly to make each post as long as one. I can’t change the story line on a whim or choose my words carefully in order to ensure the right orchestration takes course. Because I blog about my life, my moods, my children…none of which I can omnipotently control. No matter how hard I want to.
Sorry, guys. That was cheap. I know. But for lack of time this week, I just couldn’t resist pulling a quick little prank in lieu of a real post. You can all sleep soundly knowing that when you wake up in the morning, I will still be blogging. Not literally blogging at that moment, because I got hella crap to do this week. So I probably won’t have another blog post for you until next week. Hopefully. So don’t get all worried on Wednesday when you don’t see anything from me. Because I know you worry. It’s okay. You can admit it.
Oh, you don’t? You don’t actually really notice if I skip blogging for a week every now and again? Huh.
Well, then I don’t feel so bad for playing that little prank on you. In fact, I would Saran wrap your toilet, too, if I could.
On a different note, please join me in praying for all teachers today. They have to wait another three years before April Fool’s Day falls on a weekend.