As I wake up I hear the rhythmic tick of the sprinkler outside my window. The coffee drips in time to the clock, and although the house is quiet, my brain jumps wide awake.
It’s not official yet – summer really still has four more days before I should be mourning the end of long nights spent wrapped around a novel, mornings lingering over another coffee with cream, and being alone.
But I’m part of something. I contribute to a system, a group, a team of people who cares beyond measure about children. We get up early, we plan, we laugh, we smile, and we create a whole unit designed to pull each other up and out of ourselves.
The sprinkler subsides outside my window. The coffee dwindles to the last drop, and my house begins to stir. My body must jump awake, engage, and prepare to take part.
They’re counting on me.
Who’s counting on you?