It has been two full weeks since I last posted, so I’m really doing a great job of maintaining my plan of three weekly posts that show you how fabulous my life is. I’ve failed, and I suppose the only solution is to try to get better from here. (So, onward we trudge…) I don’t know about you, but January has felt like the longest month of all time here in Paducah. I’ve read all sorts of reports of scientific backing for such a claim. Articles about dopamine and sunlight and scientific studies and all kinds of crazy theories. In my self-determined expertise, I’ve deduced that it’s all a load of bull.
The truth is, sometimes life is ugly and complicated. Sometimes it’s boring. Sometimes it’s stressful. Sometimes it’s all of those things all at once. And I think we notice that more in January because we spend the latter part of December in a crazy haze of communal meals and lovely holiday celebrations away from the stresses of work. January returns us to the real world. In just the past two weeks, I’ve been managing a full teaching course load, steering a staff of high schoolers through their first major yearbook deadline, and finishing my last teaching observation in hopes of receiving tenure at the end of the year. This morning, I woke up with a stomach bug to rival all stomach bugs. I won’t disgust you with the details, but let it be known that I have only left my bed for any length of time on three occasions today. The first was at 5 a.m., when I awoke to submit my absence and lesson plans. The second was an unsuccessful attempt to eat lunch. The third was a strategic move to the couch to watch the latest episode of The Bachelor. Luckily, it seems like this might have been one of those 24-hour viruses, so I’ll be back on the grind tomorrow (God willing).
Anyway, I just wanted to take a moment to let you know I’m still here. I’m still living. And I’m still eager to share it with you. I hope you’re still willing to go on the journey with me.
More posts coming this week. Promise.