*and exhale*
This week was a roller coaster. I name it 'don't stop till your stomach drops"
It was the normal school week, putting out fires, absences, emotional needs and upsets. Learning what works, what doesn't. Needed laughter.The realization that I will get old, that the people around me were once young. It seems silly- but the majority of my colleagues are above 50. I saw an old staff picture and so many parts were scary to me. Staying in one place for so long, that their youth is gone. They weren't always masters at their craft, like I see them to be. I see them in an ever-going present tense.
There wasn't a day this week that I didn't get home after seven due to meetings, social obligations (including a good dinner with a friend and a funeral)
The funeral was overwhelming, though it wasn't someone I knew directly. The presence of sadness was overwhelming. The presence of love as people poured into the doors was overwhelming and uplifting at the same time. The thumb print this person left on their community was brought to life through their community by their unexpected passing.
In my lazy and poor state I've been eating massive amounts of veggies and cheese. By Friday my body was craving protein. I was tired and my energy was at the flashing E.
K and I had a good meal; I felt daring and got the stir fry sauce. My body protested the copious amounts of sodium it isn't used to the next day. Stomach pains like I've never felt before. Speculations of it being a passed around virus have been executed (I hope) because I feel much better today.
I was watching CNN yesterday at the gym. Talks of the recession made me question leaving my job, as planned. Then I reminded myself the hesitancy of my work to change. The money I had just spent at the store on resources so my students can start learning Spanish so they aren't behind the other school they join in middle school next year (they have a full time spanish teacher). I love the people I work with, I love the heart of my school but there are just details that are exhausting.
Back to work. or distractions?
NP: Zero Seven
It was the normal school week, putting out fires, absences, emotional needs and upsets. Learning what works, what doesn't. Needed laughter.The realization that I will get old, that the people around me were once young. It seems silly- but the majority of my colleagues are above 50. I saw an old staff picture and so many parts were scary to me. Staying in one place for so long, that their youth is gone. They weren't always masters at their craft, like I see them to be. I see them in an ever-going present tense.
There wasn't a day this week that I didn't get home after seven due to meetings, social obligations (including a good dinner with a friend and a funeral)
The funeral was overwhelming, though it wasn't someone I knew directly. The presence of sadness was overwhelming. The presence of love as people poured into the doors was overwhelming and uplifting at the same time. The thumb print this person left on their community was brought to life through their community by their unexpected passing.
In my lazy and poor state I've been eating massive amounts of veggies and cheese. By Friday my body was craving protein. I was tired and my energy was at the flashing E.
K and I had a good meal; I felt daring and got the stir fry sauce. My body protested the copious amounts of sodium it isn't used to the next day. Stomach pains like I've never felt before. Speculations of it being a passed around virus have been executed (I hope) because I feel much better today.
I was watching CNN yesterday at the gym. Talks of the recession made me question leaving my job, as planned. Then I reminded myself the hesitancy of my work to change. The money I had just spent at the store on resources so my students can start learning Spanish so they aren't behind the other school they join in middle school next year (they have a full time spanish teacher). I love the people I work with, I love the heart of my school but there are just details that are exhausting.
Back to work. or distractions?
NP: Zero Seven