School has started and my blog has stopped.
It's hard to make time to write, so it seems. Sometimes I don't know what to say.
This is my seventh year in the same place. And I think I have that seven year itch. I do like my job. I love teaching what I teach, and I really like kids. But most days at work feel stressful. Maybe I need to slow down and take some time to enjoy what I do a little more.
Sometimes I wonder about all of it. Work. Come home. Do a little this, a little that. Work again. On the weekends watch football and hang out with friends. It's not bad. It's good actually. It just all feels a little done before. Year 7 of Groundhogs Day.
I'm not sure, but it seems that before my everything in my life was a little sharper. My life had a little more purpose, my views had a little more clarity. I knew where I was going. Now I'm not sure exactly. Life has ups and downs, but this seems to be a flat. Nothing to do but keep going, looking for a signpost to somewhere.
It's hard to make time to write, so it seems. Sometimes I don't know what to say.
This is my seventh year in the same place. And I think I have that seven year itch. I do like my job. I love teaching what I teach, and I really like kids. But most days at work feel stressful. Maybe I need to slow down and take some time to enjoy what I do a little more.
Sometimes I wonder about all of it. Work. Come home. Do a little this, a little that. Work again. On the weekends watch football and hang out with friends. It's not bad. It's good actually. It just all feels a little done before. Year 7 of Groundhogs Day.
I'm not sure, but it seems that before my everything in my life was a little sharper. My life had a little more purpose, my views had a little more clarity. I knew where I was going. Now I'm not sure exactly. Life has ups and downs, but this seems to be a flat. Nothing to do but keep going, looking for a signpost to somewhere.
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