Just returned from a conference/vacation this week (which is the sneaky way for us workaholics to fake vacating around work – we’re still trying to figure out how to do it the other way around…just kidding!). When I decided to become a teacher, I realize now my greatest mistake. (I shouldn’t have designed a 12-month program!) In truth, I managed to work in some biking, some hiking, some rafting and a 5k for Imagine No Malaria – so my serotonin has no room to complain. And will you look at this view?!
Trifecta has offered me a cathartic way to smile about what lies ahead beyond this past week’s break in the Trifextra Weekend challenge, where we were asked to write about SUMMER (in 33 words).
Kids go to camp.
Housewives go poolside vamp.
Sandied carpets, beached toes.
Ballparks, concerts – every fan goes.
refuse North to fly.
Still working ’til I die.