I can’t tell if this is a glass half-full and enjoying the surf kind of shot, or glass half-empty and I need to bury my head in the sand and die picture.
I guess we get up each day and have to make that choice.
Something strange has happened to me in the past month. I am waking up at ridiculous hours (4:30-5:15 a.m. most days and often without the alarm) with this HUGE burst of motivation. Not the happy kind. That would be too easy. More like the I just had a dream about the never ending wild monkey to do list I have to do and I am frantically running as fast as I can to get at least one thing done before 7 am or I will never get caught up by December (my goal at this point). That was a run-on sentence. That is how my days feel. They run on and on and I have brief moments of sleep and then I get up and run on and on and well, you get the point.
I am failing miserably at all my big goals. I haven’t ran, slept, read, volunteered, or done anything of importance other than work for weeks. I am not a happydally.
I also feel worried about my students. I feel they don’t get enough individual attention and I fly through the day just trying to check off something on the lesson plans and cram something in those damn journals so that I don’t feel like a loser.
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I’m not supposed to complain on my blog, but this is more like a Tuesday confession on a Wednesday.
