My God. What a week. If I never have a week like this again in my life, I will be completely fine. My God is faithful, He who has carried me through is awesome. Thank you Lord.
I can’t describe how much I need this weekend. It is a gift to myself and to my classroom and to my soul. In a few hours I will be on a road trip with a buddy- 4 needed hours of release and restoration. I have 40 hours worth of tears and frustration and anger and sadness. I need a release. I need a safe place to spill out an abundance of emotion. And…it may be the driver’s seat of my Chevy.
I thought it was Aunt Flow. It wasn’t.
Thought it was my sleep. It ain’t.
Guessed it was a student. Not sure that’s ALL it is.
What is it? This feeling? This discomfort? This unsettledness. A VERY small piece of me VERY small…thinks I am love sick. Am I love sick? Or am I just sick to think…after a decision to not love that I am choosing, still, to love. And love from a distance is sad and deep and poetic. But I don’t think that’s it.
I tried sitting still (with my phone, facebook, instagram, and snapchat) and that didn’t work. Go figure. Maybe I will create time and space and do meditation.
Let’s see what else can I change?
-stick to my budget
-stick to my bedtime
-stay of Social media
-clean my desk (at work and at home)
-STOP TRYING TO FIX OTHER PEOPLES’ problems when I have my own.
This is a list of 7 things I can do. – starting now. See you in 7 days.