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Taaaaaaaaaake it easy Miss Morgan

I love how in life we come into contact with people that are so different from us. Some we cannot stand to be in the same room with (they make my top 5 in the car game "Name 5 people you don't like...I made it up) On the other hand, it can be a beautiful thing to have a friendship with someone who is so opposite of you that you wonder how you even find your lives intertwining.

The biggest blessings in my life are my dear friends. One of those fabulous femmes is a little (little in size, big in heart) friend of mine, Ms. Green. You've heard of her before, see "Sometimes it's just a Yoga Mat" for a quick brush up! Every time I spend time with her I observe her, and since I'm the queen of externally processing, end up telling her about my observations. This might include, "I noticed you put all your Tupperware lids in their own drawer" or maybe something like "How come you sprayed one cookie sheet with PAM and not the other?" I observe her often because her preciseness and careful actions intrigue me. Although I try not to be a total spaz (only about 90%), I often do things extremely quickly. Ms Green however, does things slowly and carefully. She probably doesn't burn cookies (or herself on the oven) or forget laundry in the dryer, leaving it wrinkled and damp. Every time we hang out I find that I can take something from Ms Green. Not like rob her...try to be more careful and methodical like her. We catch up after long periods of time not seeing one another and her stories and reactions to mine are always thoughtful.
My stories however tend to be bullet points...quick and to the point generally including work, boys, fam and somemore work. I probably won't ever have a tupper ware lid drawer but maybe somedayI'll be a little more like Ms Green.

When I taught Kindergarten I had an aide in my classroom, Miss Terra. Miss Terra is dear to my heart and is probably one of the most hysterical people I've ever met. When I'd be in a fit of hyper-ness or just acting my crazy self she'd say, "Taaaaaaaaake it easy Miss Morgan!" over and over again. I try to think of her voice when I get too riled....just gotta take it easy and remember not to do things so quickly!

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