Meaningful Work

I am grateful for the opportunity to have such work to do. I confess it, I am exhausted, but more and more lately it is feeling like the exhaustion of hard work…and less of mental anguish. Don’t get me wrong, I am still struggling mentally, but I am feeling better about some things…for one, I am in a better position to ask questions because I am starting to understand what it is I don’t know…before it was all too much. Now I can isolate specific things with which I need help.

I am pleased with my new students. They are respectful and present, as much as they can be in this environment. I am able to thing about things beyond just keeping my head above water, and this makes me feel better.

What I do is important. I am helping to instill more than a knowledge of history…I am teaching organization, life skills, and hope…at least I hope I am.

Today I am closing shop a little early for me. I bought myself a new kitchen table, the surface of which I have not seen since I put it together. I intend to pack it all up and put it aside for the rest of the day. I might even watch a movie.

I do have a twinge of apprehension…if I have time to sit down, what am I forgetting to do? You know what I mean.

Sitting down anyway!