In real time, sometimes, we get our ass kicked.  I feel it at the end of every two hour workshop with nine energetic and creative kids I work with on Thursdays after school.  I leave it all on the field, and feel like I’ve had my ass kicked and accomplished nothing.

But I remind myself every week, after I revisit the frames and sounds they’ve made, that real-time ain’t the only time.   Tweaking, combing and refining, I’m thrilled with what we accomplished, in spite of everything.

Good to remind ourselves to appreciate the blessings we are too preoccupied to recognize.