On on the third day, she rose again.
More like crashed down.
Day One was super busy. Day Two, I was tracking well, feeling great.
Now...Day Three.
Full resistance to having to go to a faculty Zoom meeting...and then the ending where my principal told us in a round about way that she was retiring, then signed off before she could cry in front of us.
And now I'm trying to concentrate, and I simply cannot.
I've tried now for over 90 minutes. So I decided the best thing I can do -- the thing I would tell my students to do -- is to write.
This is a day people don't seem to have answers for.
This is a day when those students we were already worried about haven't checked in, and now we're even more worried.
This is a day I need to get through.
This is a day I need to TRUST.
This is a day I need to know everything changes. This will, too.
I will take care of myself.
I will find the energy for lesson planning and the rest -- AFTER I take care of myself.
This is the third day. The first day of a new month.
A day not to rise, but to float.
Let it be.
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