Sometimes, people get lazy. It's an easy thing to do. When you stop doing something you're supposed to do though, there's always that little uneasy feeling in the back of your mind that says, "you know it'd be good if you did it....", but of course it's also harder to restart something that it was to pick it up in the first place. Had you just kept on it would have been easier in the long run. However, the effort it takes to go back, to recommit, is ultimately more satisfying. The knowledge that you overcame your own will and did that good thing anyway. Tonight I'm returning to my Japanese class for the first time in nearly a month.

Continuing with yesterday's happy little things....I went to one of my favorite schools today. There's a 4th grader there who fancies himself my boyfriend and always hangs around the staff room talking to me between classes. On the way home I saw one of my old favorite junior high students on her bike. She's graduated to high school now so she's changed a bit, but it was still really nice to run into her. The teacher who sits across from me at today's school is married to the vice principal of my old student's jr. high. I like how sometimes the world draws a line for you like that.