It’s that time of year again when I can tell that fall is quickly approaching, but not yet quite here.
As a teacher, this is an extremely frustrating time. Things are now in full-swing at school, but I am still getting to know my students. Labor Day is past, and we are now in the long haul until Thanksgiving. My body and mind have not yet adjusted to a new set of classes, an earlier day and later evening, and the daily routine.
It’s times like these I have to stop, make myself slow down, and remind myself that this is it; this is my life. I am not waiting for the next thing, such as graduation or finding a job. I am not anticipating and holding out for the next big phase in life. I am here. I have a great job, I am married to a fantastic woman, and I have two lovely children. All that stuff I’ve been working for, all the stuff I went to college to do…I’m doing it.
So, that makes it a little easier to get up in the morning. If I get to bed a little late, so what? It isn’t going to kill me. If it happens that I have to wrestle a screaming child into bed tonight, or the dogs destroy some piece of my property, no big deal; I will probably get another shot at a good day tomorrow.
Life goes on, and I am in the middle of it.