Unwritten (Natasha Bedingfield)

    I was in an elementary school today.  I realized more than ever that it is one of the few places that makes me glow from somewhere deep within.  It did back when I was a child.  Now, it does it for a different reason.  The hope.  The promise.  The new of it all.  These little smiling faces have a whole world waiting for them.  They still giggle at the simple things.  They still look at things with wide and beautiful eyes.  I became excited with them.  WITH them.  But then again....I usually do.  It was a nice feeling.  I forgot how much I missed it.  Sure I cherish the moment each and every day with my own two little ones...but when the whole building is brewing that emotion like a big fat pot of coffee you can't help but take in a big dose. 
     The timing was perfect.  A few hours later I headed over to get the results of the mandatory TB test needed for teaching in this state.  I am just a few steps away from subbing again.  Teaching has been in my heart since I was old enough to love the smell of chalk. 
     For a bit there as I was growing older I had the general idea that you had to grow up.  I am now learning that the definition of growing up can be relative.  Responsibility is very important but it does not have to sacrifice enthusiasm.  Maturity is a nice trait as well but within it we can still find the simple quite hilarious.  There are a million little places to keep the thrill of childhood but blend it with the experience of age. 
     The blank page that scares us when we are young can be quite the inspiration when we are older.  Our book doesn't have as many pages and we need to start filling it up with quality not quantity.  The things we could squander before we now realize need to be cherished.  But as I have been battling with time and life that was lost in the mistakes or choices I made in my youth...I am also learning that they were all part of the big plan.  Each morning is a new page.  Each day is a new part of a greater book. 

"Unwritten"

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way