…did I blink?
(Quest to write posts with numbers in the title to ten.)
Exactly eight weeks ago was the last day of the 2017-2018 school year. The key to my classroom came off its ring, faster than my bra when I arrive home on a weeknight. I handed the keys over to the administrative assistant, gave everyone a group hug, and quickly rolled off to commence my summer freedom.
See what I mean!!!
When you take the digit eight and turn it on its side it represents the infinity symbol. My eight weeks didn’t feel infinite, in fact, eight weeks may only seem infinite in dog years. I am not complaining, perhaps a bit whining for the quickness of the summer weeks.
I was able to do one important thing this summer and it involved some therapeutic self-diagnosis. Admitting that I am and always have been grateful for who I am, my family, my friends, my job, and the ability to laugh at myself. I have self-prescribed the following to continue my good mood toward my final days before I head back to school.
I think this may be the magic pill, but don’t talk to the Hubster, he’s my therapist…he still thinks I have a long way to go in the worry, fear, and anxiety department, however, Hubster is behind me all the way!
Nine is up next,