I am reminded of how it felt the first couple of weeks in July, after the report cards were finished, my classroom was cleaned up, and all the kids had gone. I’d go home, clean the shelves and drawers, wash the walls and windows, keep on working hard and fast till I recognized that I could relax. Then I’d have a month of being on holidays and at home with my family, after which I’d head back to school and gear up again for another year of teaching.
Since I finished my book, I’ve been cleaning out boxes from the attic, stepping up the subbing, gardening, doing more community work. Pretty soon I’ll accept that I can slow down for a while, I’m pretty sure. It’s just that working so hard for the past while, I picked up speed and now I can’t brake. I’ve got to decelerate slowly.
I think one of these days I’ll pack a picnic, a blanket and a book and spend a few hours on the beach. Yes!