work. sigh.
I have entered a deep dark pit of despair. Not sure if i should have gotten off my meds. i love teaching kids music. i do not love the stress that comes along with the job and the extra "stuff". Maybe i wasn't meant to work full time. Maybe I was...I don't know.
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Happy Place!! Happy place!! Your kitchen smells like a pizza parlor. You have the fastest internet connection in the world. Even the cats smell like pizza parlors! Unlimited food/wine in the pantry...
You are not alone in your feelings my friend. We all feel that way. Some more than others. I tend to be in that EXACT place right now myself. I feel as if we spend so much time doing the "duties" of our jobs that we don't even get to focus on what we were hired to teach....making music with children....
Wait, I forgot...we are "planning periods", right???
Sometimes we don't adjust as easily as we would like. Try to take a day at the time.
I agree with nurmisur...one day at a time. One moment at a time. For me, it's my plans and expectations that kill me. I get so frustrated.
Deep breaths. Slow, deep breaths. It will get better. Go hug the kids.
thanks for all of the good thoughts and prayers. it's definitely brighter on this side. good advice too, thanks.
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