My body's wrapped in exhaustion, the kind that comes from
late nights
where conversations and productivity carry me
until shamefully late hours
that will be cursed in the morning.
The kind that tries to keep me
away from the "have to" things tucked into the day.
And then there's the bursts of energy
literal and creative
that carry me through the waking hours
which demand my awareness
my movement
my all.
And at the end of the day
I look at my classroom with a smile on my face
because even on the more trying days,
it's the little things in every day that give it a story
that give me a story.
~"Then there's the joy of getting your desk clean, and knowing that all your lettesr are answered, and you can see the wood on it again." [-Lady Bird Johnson]~
1 comment:
May you find rest when you can! Love.
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