Break.

I have constantly been thinking of lions, learning to read somewhere between the kitchen table and the floor, and my last French exam. I did not realize before school that I am a perfectionist. I don't think I even believe in grades anymore which is really quite terrible because I am going to be a teacher. Reggio Emilia is looking more and more appealing. That's a shame, because I am learning French not Italian.
I just have trouble looking at a 98%.
I just finished one of my bigger homework assignments and the dishes, so now I am thinking of writing some letters, painting or knitting, and watching Bones. I need to find my purple yarn.
Franny is texting me about speaking in tongues.
I miss ceramics. I think art is like another language. An invented language, kind of like invented spelling. I just want to sit with my apron on and play around with porcelain while memorizing Keats. Clay is earth. I love that. I love the earth and making things out of it. It says so much.

I will go and take a break now. From being me, I mean.
I don't want to try so hard right now.