It’s been a long day. I’ve been telling myself we’ll make it to bedtime with everyone’s sanity and hearts intact. I’ve been telling myself we’re doing great and it’s ok to be a little tuckered out. I’ve been telling myself I’m just a little tense with the old nerves, it’s been a long day, you…
I have a hard time with Thanksgiving. The holiday. The celebration. The traditions and the expectations set up around this day. Same day every year, no matter the date, no matter the circumstance, always the fourth Thursday of November. My year follows the same pattern, typically, and I usually consider a year as starting in September and running to the end of August. (Only when…
I said to Mister last night that I’m not sure what comes next. There’s the natural burnout of a teacher. The job demands and it takes and you submit and give…Any eventually the input can no longer supply the output, and you’re done. Then there is teaching during a pandemic. The kids wear masks, the teachers stand six feet back, the desks remain separated. You…
That’s today. Too big. The world, its people, the demands, the pressure, the nonstop expectation that you as a human being and a teacher and a friend and a patient and a person and a wife and a mom will be able to just keep going…It’s too big today. Usually I manage it all pretty well. Usually I can handle each crisis as it unfolds,…
It implies you benefit, that phrasing, “daylight savings.” Like this new change, this added hour, comes with a sense of luxury or allowance…like “What will I do with this one extra hour today?” A whole hour. 60 more minutes. 3,600 more seconds…and yeah, you know I used a calculator for that math there. When we woke up this morning to the babies babbling over the…
Do justice. Love kindness. Walk humbly.
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