Have you ever felt like, in some way, you were desperate to renew some motivation? Like that cup that was so full and overflowing whenever you started some quaint little project is now… empty? Running on fumes is truly no way to live. I sound so self-righteous, don’t I? The thing is, I let myself get this way. Every darn year. By about April, I’m out of gas. Done. Exhausted. My stress level is through the roof and my patience takes a hike with all of the end of year school things. If you read “Teacher Tired” a while back, you probably already know this about me. And, judging by the amount of traffic on that one, you probably can also relate.
It seems like no amount of preplanning saves my sanity, either. I can see it coming. I know what’s down the road. Yet, I stand there on the train tracks and allow myself to be hit by the locomotive anyway. Einstein said, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.” So, why do we do it? I suppose my “why” is because I have accepted the routine for what it is. Or my life, rather. I choose these things. Ultimately, we all choose these things. We can stand there and argue with each other about a means to pay the bills and the livelihood of our families versus our own personal joy. But at the end of the day, it’s still a choice. I’m not here to tell you you’re doing it wrong. Believe you me, I get myself into the same sinking boat that you do every year. I’m just over here, thinking out loud today.