You're Still Out Here?
I opened my blog-lines account this morning and read for the first time since maybe September. Two plus months without a thought for my RSS feeds. Why this morning? Probably because I'm exhausted. It's 8:15 am, I've got a 9:00 trip to the elementary school planned where I'll visit classrooms for a couple of hours. The projects I have on my desk are numerous and seem too big to tackle in the 45 minutes that I've got right now.
Not to complain, since many of us feel this way with two weeks until Christmas, but I'm worn out physically and mentally. Okay, so I am complaining. My fifteen year old is wrestling and playing hockey so at least four nights per week my butt is parked on a bleacher somewhere. While this is much more physically demanding for him, any parent who's spent that much time "riding the pine" knows that it can be tiring. I'm not ready for Christmas yet and that's making me a little crazy since I'm a planner and usually way ahead of the game. While my old job had a lot of evening events, my new job has just as many and often I'm presenting or facilitating, not just participating or observing.
Some may remember I've dropped out of my on-line life as I struggle with the transition from the principalship to the position of assistant superintendent. My responsibilities are vast, focusing on major change in a district where teachers have had an enormous amount of autonomy. I'm challenged in this position and see the real opportunity to make systematic and long lasting improvements for the children of our community. It's rewarding in new ways, and while I still miss my students, I can see the importance of this work on a broader scale than the rewards of my every day interactions with our kids.
But right now, as I said before, I'm just tired. And I opened my blog-lines account, including my Leader Talk feed, and I began to read. I scanned the titles and stopped to read a lot of the work that you've all been putting out here while I've been away.
And you know what happened? I feel nourished. I feel rejuvenated. I remember that I have friends and colleagues out here who are doing the same things that I'm doing. I remember that there are ideas to be gained here, challenging questions to be answered, friends to be consulted. Hopefully I'm finding my way back. Not necessarily to writing, but definitely to reading. I haven't been doing much to take care of myself these last six transitional months. Too much "output" and no "input". I'm eating poorly, not exercising and now I realize, not connecting. Looks like a list of resolutions in the making, doesn't it?
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