Why I want to be a teacher isn't really something I can describe because it's a feeling I get when I pass people in the street or think about my grandma and her leg
And even on days when I have to write this ^ down and on days when I'm about to get my period and feel weighed down by the world and like true innate hopefulness is out of reach, on those same exact days:
I'm reminded of how wonderful and beautiful life is
This place is the greatest city in the world because of how full of love and humanity and connectedness and creativity it is. I can't walk a single block or step onto any subway car without seeing something that "more of less kills me with delight."
And I just walked into Duane Reade while typing this - Debbie's song by Ben Rector is playing. I like you 🎶 that one.
Amen