My brood and I trudged to the auditorium for the awards assembly this afternoon. We are tired. After 47 days of 2nd grade, some of the children have broken from the pack and are sprinting down the track. Their minds like steel traps, they gobble up whatever I’m serving. Another third are swimming in a sea of confusion. The rest are perfecting their circus tricks. Slipping on banana peels, playing pranks, chewing the erasers off their pencils, juggling wadded up paper. Pure chaos unleavened by self-awareness. The year is young. My mind grows weak.
I consult my dog-eared copy of The Art of War. Time and time again it has proven useful when my right is in retreat, my center is collapsing, and my left is nowhere to be found. Sun Tzu to the rescue!
Carefully study the well-being of your men, and do not overtax them. Concentrate your energy and hoard your strength. Keep your army continually on the move, and devise unfathomable plans.
Journal work resumes unabated.
And a farway friend is sent a postcard.
In these ways I keep my wits about me. Oh let simplicity do its lovely work!