At the end of the day today, when T and I tuck into bed, my boy will be home for some rest and catching up and I will fall asleep aware and glad of the blessings in my life. This will be my first break since the end of September, when T and I took a day off to travel north and watch JT race. That single day off was lovely after a busy start to the school year. But it was followed by week after week of long days and more than a few evenings at work. I love my job but I am spent.
Teaching for a living means a flow of emotional energy in one direction, outward, to look after the needs of children. I neither resent nor regret that; I love what I do for a living. But I also recognize that it can take its toll, especially when workdays regularly extend past 9 or 10 hours and into the weekend. Done right, teaching and school administration is both a lifestyle and a career. I do my level best to do it right.
Doing it right also demands that I take the time to rest and re-group. So the coming five days off are as hard-earned as they are much-desired. I will be glad to cook and enjoy some leisurely meals with my family, to grab a work out at the start of the day when I am neither exhausted nor sore-footed, to have an extra cup of coffee and read and extra chapter of my book just because I want it.
That’s happy!
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