“Hey, girl! I’m worried about you,” my coworker looked at me with concern.
What? A list of things that are troubling me play in my head (sleep, unit plans, sweets at lunch…).
“You didn’t slice yesterday!”
Gratitude. I am filled with gratitude.
She is holding me accountable.
She is reading my slices.
She is holding me to a higher standard.
She is my partner in crime.
She is a good friend.