So Let’s Do This

Almost two years ago I had a stroke at 45 years of age.  A sixth grade English teacher for over twenty years, I had often darkly joked with my colleagues, “These kids are going to send me to an early grave.”  I never believed it, and it was not my work with students that sent my blood pressure soaring, causing a cerebral hemorrhage and stroke.  The reason my head exploded is so complicated, I’ve decided to veer in a completely different direction.  Instead of searching for the cause of my demise, I’m going to explore the reason I needed to have a stroke.  Because I do believe my life needed to explode to create the room and inspiration for my second half .  And writing down, documenting all the fleeting thoughts I’m having, might let me hold on to that divine feeling of “knowing something important.”