But…it’s summer break and you had a great vacation and you get to spend time with family this week and you have a job you love and some nice things and good, good friends and you’re healthy and feeling good…
So, why so serious?
I dunno. Years ago, during a particularly bad time in my life, I’d force myself to sit down and make a mental list of what was bothering me. You know — easier to deal with the devil you know than the one you don’t. So, the list:
- A friend and colleague lost her 24-year-old son to a horrible, tragic accident. The funeral is today (I’m unable to attend), and my heart aches for her and her family, and all of Zach’s close friends who loved him.
- Another friend is going through a second cancer scare. The waiting for test results is excruciating, and I can’t imagine her agony.
- The whole Common Core/high-stakes testing/commercialization of public education thing is making me angry, depressed and tired.
- I look at the work I have to finish before school even starts, and I want to go back to bed.
- I miss Rousseau.
Actually, I think #4 has me most wanting to kick stuff. But hey, no time like the present to jump on it, right? Last night, I told Mavis that I was taking this week to basically “be on break” and do nothing, but naaaaaaaaah…that ain’t working out too well. I have letters to write to parents, phone calls to make, website to update, numbers to crunch for choir tour, stuff to do around the house, and the dreaded bottle dance choreography to start for Fiddler. Procrastinating won’t get it done.
But I’ll worry about that after lunch.
Sorry for the spout-off negativity today, fiends. It happens rarely around these parts, but when it does, we get the full Monty. Better days ahead, ja? Jawohl!