Earlier in October, Bryce Brothers shared the blog, Days Like Today. As I read his story, I realized there are days I struggle with similar issues but on a slightly different level. I am pretty sure all educators, regardless of your role feel similar. So, if you will bear with me as I am honest with myself.
There are days, like a few weeks back and like last week. Days where I struggled to get out of my head when I ran, typically I run to bring an end to the day before and prepare for a new day. But on days like this, I struggle to move past thoughts from days gone by, the thoughts swirl in my head and cloud my perception. Days when making a salad for lunch requires far more cognitive capacity than I have to give. Days when I just want to crawl into the dog beds and lounge through the morning.
But I pull it together and drive on autopilot out of my garage, sometimes even turning back to make sure I closed the garage door. Rolling down the road, seemingly unconscious of my surroundings until I come upon the slow-moving vehicles on the two-lane highway that ends at the school parking lot. Sometimes on mornings like these as I hit the final stretch of backroad just before the last turn to school, I find myself counting the beer bottles strewn alongside the road as a try so hard to maintain 35 mph. I know completely insane, but true. Lately I have been more productive in my noticing, watching for the hawk perched in one of the large trees nestled near an old, deserted farm house.
Typically, once I am at school and begin to interact with staff, teachers, scholars and parents, the struggles of the morning fade. I realize I am home. Seems odd at times how simple things shift your perspective. Like walking through classes and sitting in a lesson where scholars facilitate learning or jumping (literally) into a PE class running through the ninja course or talking to a scholar about their goals and what they need to do to succeed.
Or a few weeks back, a scholar who is now in 7th grade returned to visit. She stood in the office, right in front of the desk, took a deep breath in, raised her hands over her head and simply said, “Rainbows.” She twirled around smiling, saying, “I just needed to come back and all I have to say is Rainbows.” Then just like that she slipped away, out the front doors and off to her classes.
It’s the little things that happen every day that reset my thinking and makes me realize how lucky I am to get to do this every day. How privileged I am to work at an amazing school, with teachers, staff, scholars and families who care about each other. What do you do on days when it takes every ounce of energy just to get moving?