I get to this point in the school year every year and am always surprised by my anxiety level. The key here is that it happens every year, and every year I'm surprised. Slow learner apparently. I find that I'm exhausted, grumpy , impatient and basically have no sense of humor. I hate everyone, especially myself. What's the deal? I guess it's such a fragmented time with nothing keeping me grounded.
But then summer will start and my life will bloom and blossom like the flowers in my patio garden.
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