It used to be hard to get up in the morning, because I didn't know what my day would be like, with so many reasons things could go wrong, so many fires to fight.
It's still hard to get up in the morning, but only because the alarm is so early; I like to get a jump start on my day.
I used to count down the days each week, because I was so wrung out by Wednesday that Friday couldn't get here soon enough.
Now I worry about having enough stamina to be just as energetic at the twentieth read-aloud as I was at the first--because the twentieth class deserves a good read, too.
I used to count down the days until the next break, because my heart was heavy and my mind was tired and my fingers just couldn't type out one. more. piece. of. paperwork.
I'm still counting the days, but only because I have so much to teach and share and I want to be sure to squeeze it all in.
I used to worry, all the time, about whether or not I was really doing a good job, feeling like I was always patching holes that could never be completely filled, wondering if today would be a breakthrough day or a hanging-in-there day.
Now, I get to provide service with a laser-like focus.
One all-encompassing subject.