Gratitude: Page 4

This is harder today. For some reason, days off are so much more depressing than days when I have to work. I hate the working, but it gets me out of the house and I have to smile at my students and pretend like I'm happy teacher lady. I am my best self in front of them.

Ah, there it is.

Teaching. I love teaching. I love that I must be my best self in front of students, and I find it makes me more that way. I call up reserves of patience and energy and enthusiasm from heaven knows where. Probably from heaven, as a matter of fact. There have been plenty of days I didn't have any of my own.


Tia and Amara said…
that's how I felt teaching even an exercise class. I would be exhausted and would need to get up at 4:30, and I would start, and suddenly I was the energizer bunny. You get help when you need it. I also think that what you pretend to be, sometimes you become.
belann said…
And that's why you must find a teaching job that suits you.

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