I still don’t get why workplace collaboration is so complex.
An Ode to Preschool
How I found such unconditional love. Where song and dance did the trick. Where rudimentary tasks were admired and crying was inevitable. Feelings must be faced and worked through.
Ode to the intelligent, creative, flexible, and faithful teachers of preschool. You are never forgotten. In the trenches of soiled diapers we trod. Partners on the playground, we expelled the toxic gas of emotional drainage through our adult conversations. When our wage did not afford us transportation, we took each other home. You were the best friends to have. We had the freedom to create friendships knowing that our strength was dependent on our unity. There was no hierarchy outside of who could help ease separation anxiety the best.
May your projects get completed. May your talents create room for you. May your future brighten from all the love you have given and received.
I still don’t get it 