This has been the longest year of my teaching career. Quite honestly, it feels like it’s stretched on for 24 long months. Last year never really ended, summer never really happened, and this year has been a constant struggle to do what needs to be done. I. Am. Exhausted.
And I know I’m not alone.
I talk to colleagues both within my district and beyond. I talk to kids in my building. Even the administration is nodding in agreement. This has been one incredibly long year.
And yet another year is coming.
One thing I know beyond a shadow of a doubt: in order to support my teachers, in order to make a difference for kids, in order to bring my best self to the job and support my administration, I have to take time to recharge.
Coffee on the deck, time to tend my flowers, lunch with the girls, walks with the dog.