Have you seen this photo going around?
It came across my Instagram feed a couple of days ago and I saved it to one of my collections. And then I must have forgotten I’d saved it, because yesterday it appeared in my feed from a different account and I saved it again.
So I suppose this maxim spoke to me. Twice.
It’s a good reminder to me that I will come through on the other side of what I’m currently experiencing, and that perhaps I’ll be able to help someone else.
Yesterday as we filed out for a fire drill, a student said to me, “Ms. Rowse, I miss your six word stories!”
For the past two years, I’ve written a six word story for every school day. These stories force me to be present while teaching, as I look for possible stories to create. They force me to practice brevity and pointed language since I limit myself to six words. And they force me into a daily writing habit, even if it’s only six words.
But I started this school year in significant personal tumult, and while I wear a pretty good Happy Mask, it’s hard for me to see much joy, let alone create anything resembling quality writing.
But the photo above reminds me the tumult is temporary, and before long joy will start to break through.
Like the student, who on the first day of school walked into my classroom and said, “I wanted to take another class with you so I signed up for this one!” Or watching my editors teach a young newspaper staff how to be good reporters. Or getting grateful emails from colleagues.
Or a student who tells me she misses my six word stories.
So do I, kiddo. I promise I’ll start writing them again soon.