My heart is exhausted.
The stress of teaching this year is exhausting.
Watching loss all around me is exhausting.
Teaching with health stuff that keeps popping up and changing is deeply exhausting.
Being patient and more patient and more patient with humans that don’t want to treat other humans with kindness is exhausting and troubling.
The weight of it sometimes hits me hard.
I wrote in my journal this morning before school:
“you can choose to have a good day.”
But that choice isn’t always mine. Some of the humans I share space with at school work hard to derail me.
Yet, I can STILL CHOOSE to have a good day.
Today was long, and today had good in it.
That’s all I have. I made it.
(40 school days left.)