By Amy Baranski
You know, my Mom asked me awhile back how this whole challenge worked. In particular, she wanted to know how we came up with our lists of new things to try, and how we revealed them to each other.
We chose our new things independently, wrote them on scraps of paper, and pulled them out of a hat one-by-one over dinner this past winter.
As Melissa drew the slip on which was written "memorize and recite a classic poem" I heard:_____________
New things are uncomfortable at times. New sheets aren't. New clothes aren't. New schools are (at first). New shoes too. New loves are, in that sensationally new and uncomfortable way. New ideas can be uncomfortable. New things disrupt.