The beginning of the school year is always a frantic time though normally it slows down around mid-September. This year, I am still trying to get my barrings and the first quarter ends next week on my birthday.
It doesn’t help that I am in the middle of self-publishing my first book, Blood Child, or that I started two new jobs on top of my full time job as a High School English Teacher where I am both the English Department Chair and in charge of the yearbook.
So this post was conceived and written in less than ten minutes.
Why? What’s the point? Well, it occurred to me that in the rush of trying to get so much done, I wasn’t being faithful to this blog or you, my readers. And saying sorry just isn’t enough.
Sorry is just an overused and misused word.
It doesn’t convey how I feel when I realized that I am behind in writing.
What matters are the lessons that you learn from what you did wrong or in my class what you failed to do.
Sorry, as all adults come to learn, isn’t a very good word after all.
Lesson 1: I am not superhuman. I can’t nor will I do everything that is expected of me. The only thing I can do is try my best and get up and try again the next day. Each time try and do it a little better than before. I know it sounds dorky, but it is how I keep myself from dwelling on what I couldn’t do.
Lesson 2: Taking time for myself is never a waste of time. Last Friday, I took the day off. And I got sick. My sinuses kicked my buttocks and I spend the weekend resting or figuring out to get myself to rest. At one point, I swept and mopped myself onto the sofa so I would rest.
Lesson 3: Ah, hell, I don’t know.. but I am sure that if it is important enough I will learn it again and again until I know it.