It has been one of those days.
The kind that leaves you debating on whether you should just crawl under your desk in the fetal position and cry until you are allowed to go home.
My work is frequently unforgiving and unappreciative. Far too many hours are spent trying to meet unrealistic demands and expectations. But we all push forward and do our best because our hearts are in it for our students. Some days are tougher than others.
Today was one of those days…
The kind of day in which you feel like you’re standing on the edge of the cliff looking down at the rocks below… thinking it would be easier and less painful to just step off the edge.
Your eyes burn from holding back the tears of frustration and you know that having a complete meltdown in the middle of class would not be very good for anyone…
so, you turn to your team… a group of understanding people who have been exactly where you’re standing at one point or another… You give yourself a 5 minute break – a walk to the bathroom to lock yourself in and cry it all out before pulling yourself back together and returning to your class.
At this point you are able to put a smile on your face and make through the rest of the day knowing that tomorrow is a new day.
Here is to tomorrow… may it be located far away from the edge of the cliff.