Kimber J.

There have been a few moments of supreme greatness in my adult life.   Sure, I can recount moments of greatness in my childhood and adolescence, but this morning I woke up thinking about the good things that have happened in the last ten years or so.   The moment I graduated with a bachelor’s degree and walked across the stage to receive my diploma was great.   My first day as a teacher when I wanted a second sandwich for lunch because I was so hungry and then went home and instantly fell asleep on my couch instead.   That day was great.   Except the second day when I had to go back and do it all again… that was less great.   (It definitely took a while to figure out a teaching rhythm because… dang… kids are tough…) Another great moment was January 17, 2009, when Mike told me he was going to marry me.   Earlier that day we had met at his niece’s birthday party on accident, and I was less than thrilled to see him because I knew we were headed for a...

I wonder how many thoughts I’ve had.   Numbering the thoughts I’ve had over my lifetime of 34 years would be impossible.   Could I count the number of thoughts I’ve had this year, this month, or even this week?   What about how many thoughts I’ve had today… probably not.   I’m not even certain I could go back through my “thoughts” file and count how many I have had in the last hour.   If I could count my thoughts, then could I classify them?   Good thoughts vs. bad thoughts; happy thoughts vs. sad or angry thoughts; dream thoughts vs. reality thoughts; helpful thoughts vs. hateful thoughts; etc…   When I think about counting my thoughts and then classifying them I kinda start feeling like I’m trapped in a Dr. Seuss book.   (One fish, Two fish; Red fish, Blue fish… Are You My Mother?... Oh, the Places You’ll Go…).   I could simplify the categorization process of my thoughts by following the idea of a story I’ve heard about a culture that woul...