My inspiration has run dry, that's what's going on, nothing's right I'm torn
My inspiration is dwindling and exhaustion is taking over. It took an incredible amount of time and energy to get to this point in my career. Although it has existed for only 2.25 academic years, right now it's at a milestone. Currently, I'm a the end of first marking period of my third year of teaching. As an outsider, it seems like almost everyone my age is still trying to figure themselves out and find their path to the future. I am already living my future and I'm torn over it. The stability that I'm attempting to earn is irreplaceable, and it has to be worth the work and emotion that I've been applying. My parents have encouraged me to think long term, especially when deciding my future seven years ago, when I applied to New Paltz and decided to be an Earth Science teacher. An extraordinary amount of time has been spent working towards that goal that was put in place so long ago. It's almost here. The results of my hardwork are just ahead of me. Is it worth the trade off?
This weekend I stopped to look outside my bedroom window for the first time in months. I looked across the fence at a bare tree. Last year, I made a point of resting my hands on the window sill and observing the seasons change every single morning. This year, I'm lucky enough to watch the last leaves change. Fall's almost over, and I remembered to catch myself. While a goal deserves work and energy, it's also necessary to understand that the journey is as important as getting to the top. Three more marking periods left. Eight months of opportunity ahead of me, 40 weeks of work, 200 mornings to look out the window and enjoy the journey.
This weekend I stopped to look outside my bedroom window for the first time in months. I looked across the fence at a bare tree. Last year, I made a point of resting my hands on the window sill and observing the seasons change every single morning. This year, I'm lucky enough to watch the last leaves change. Fall's almost over, and I remembered to catch myself. While a goal deserves work and energy, it's also necessary to understand that the journey is as important as getting to the top. Three more marking periods left. Eight months of opportunity ahead of me, 40 weeks of work, 200 mornings to look out the window and enjoy the journey.