I should have had a happy day.
After all, I had students in my library yesterday, getting books and reading and taking surveys and doing regular library stuff, the only day this week they got to do so because, well, it's that time of year.
I took the day off on Tuesday and got a lot of important personal stuff done--a medical appointment, made dental appointments, attended my son's junior counseling session for credit check and senior planning. I got fun unimportant stuff done, too--I bought an owl house and went to the salon for a haircut and color.
And I have purple hair, after that salon visit. PURPLE hair, folks--and kids and staff loved it. I should have been laughing and joking about growing older and having fun with purple hair.
But I got called to the carpet for an unrelated reason that I won't go into in this space. One of those I-thought-I-was-handling-a-situation-fine-but-someone-got-ticked-off-and-told-my-bosses kind of a reason. It has me second-guessing everything I did during the chain of events, and trying to figure out what I would have done differently. My intentions were pure, there were deadlines to meet, and a dozen plates being spun in the air. I did what I thought was best in the moment.
Will I do better next time? Sure, starting with only juggling nine or ten plates with this project next year.
Did it end up okay? I think so; I'll see if anyone gives me the stink eye at a district reading competition we have this afternoon.
They certainly won't miss seeing me, purple-haired target that I am.