I used to tell a story that was partly true, but now I'm more honest. I sort of fell into it, I tell them, backwards and messy. It wasn't what I wanted but I was good enough at it and, at 22, desperate to be moving in a forward direction.
I care a lot about doing good work for students, for my colleagues. I'm not sure I'll stay, I say, but I'm trying my best to serve others.
We've both found ourselves in work that challenges us, work that requires empathy and being present and helping each day. And so, he understands when sometimes on a Monday night (and then, Tuesday night) after a day full of conversations and frustrations and concerns, I become tearful and worried -- am I doing enough, am I helping enough, am I enough?
We do our best to practice self care in our home, though with long hours at work that turn into long hours of work at home, it's becoming more difficult and more necessary.
some reminders for myself
/ take a restorative yoga class, lie on the mat somewhere between awake and asleep
/ drink tea from favorite mugs
/ walk, as much as possible, with no agenda
/ travel home to New Bern, for the best food and company
/ listen to the Charlie Brown Christmas album, no matter what time of year
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