Ballard Coffee Company

Occasionally, a tired and trite-sounding platitude I've been hearing all my life comes into focus, takes on weight. I woke at 4am from a dream of snowmobiling with this thought: "My life is just a story I tell myself." I should remember that the narrative I spin weaves in and out of the other's stories. And then I thought, "All the students who've passed through my classes- over 500 kids- have I influenced their own narratives in a positive way?"