I rolled out on the wrong side of the bed. It was one of those days when every email I received was a problem or created more work for me. I was about at my wits end and have to admit that I was very boisterous during lunch hour with my thoughts about the latest requests. I continued to walk around like Eeyore and just had a grumpy look on my face. After school, I meandered down to my friends classroom in which I found my other three companions and I just let loose. They all listened, and a few of them had inquiries in support as well as questions. I’m pretty sure it was a gripe session in the best of days. However, knowing I have my friends in the trenches with me and I had a safe place to vent was so important to me. I am thankful to my colleagues who always listen when I’m ready to pounce. I am thankful to my daughter who I call everyday after school as we discuss our days as teachers. I am thankful to my mom who always listens and seems to find a glimmer of light. And my husband 30 years later still says, “I can just tell. What’s wrong?” Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for encouraging me to slice about life's adventures.
|Thanks to Google Images for sharing one of my favorite Pooh friends.|