The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. ~William Shakespeare, Othello
As long as you keep getting born, it's alright to die some times. ~Orson Scott Card
Yesterday, I hit the hard, rocky bottom. All my optimism died. All my hope, all my ability to see good in the situations, all of the deep wells I pull from to keep going dried up on me and left me with nothing.
It happens sometimes despite my best efforts to the contrary. I can't always juggle, can't always shuffle step, can't always pretend away all that's making me sad or crazy or tired isn't there.
I think I used to be better at it than I am now, though. And that worries me, frankly. My students see that I'm sad or tired, and they comment on it sometimes. I don't want them to know it. I want to hide it better than I am or not be so stressed all the time for them. Being that person for them is just wrong. I need to do better, be better for them. Their mood so often comes from mine, and I have to be very careful about what I'm putting out there.
So I'm trying to pick myself up off the floor. I got my hair cut. I bought a silly shirt with Yoda on it at Wal-Mart. I bought food, real food. I left school early the last two days rather than stay until the darkness wrapped the building in its fist and crushed it. I'm watching Firefly, some of my favorite episodes.
I have to get up. I have to stumble to my feet. If I don't, then I'm no use to anybody, not to my students, not to myself.
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