Crawl.

I have found when we are knocked down, we can't just get back up, we need to crawl first. We need cheerleaders to help us crawl, and to remind us what badasses we are.

I haven't taught in ELEVEN years.

After reading my post, RAW, a prior student sent me a message. One upon receiving it, I did something I have been doing often lately and cried. But this time they were happy tears.

She first off expressed how sorry was to hear about the current state of my life. She then proceeded to recount how fondly she had remembered me, and my teachings. She said even now, she finds herself bringing me up, all these years later. She even recounted specific stories, and how I taught her about real life. She shared that I had lamented that life can suck, but we can't stop living.

She didn't know it, but man, did I need that. I needed a cheerleader. She reminded me, I am worthy. That letter reminded me, I have had a more positive legacy than even I knew. She reminded me I am good. That people ENJOY me. That she had really enjoyed me. That I had something to bring to the table. Hell I have LOTS to bring to the table.

So while she didn't probably think anything other about that note that she was just being nice. It meant the world.

It is helping me to realize I need to crawl, and that eventually I will be able to stand.

That message reminded me that I am more than I give myself credit for.

It reminded me that one day I will be appreciated for that.

Until then thank you sweet girl for reminding me. It is always nice to have a gentle reminder. Especially when you aren't expecting it.

You just made this old teachers day. Thanks M.

And I would also like to include the COUNTLESS others who have reached out to me and continued to applaud this latest venture. It truly has been wonderful and amazing to hear from so many I haven't heard from in awhile.

It has been nice to remember I matter.

Xoxo,

C.