I feel horribly guilty over it. My blog sits here empty. My loyal followers check in but with nothing new to read will they stop coming? Will they even bother to see if I've written anything new?
I know what the problem is. This school year has sucked the life right out of me. All my creativity...gone. I'm in survival mode.
I have faced professional difficulties in the past, but this year is different. I was actually brought to tears more than once. There have been days when I dreaded walking in the door afraid of what I would face that day.
It has been a struggle to stay afloat, not just for me, but for the kids in my class who deserve a quality education. An education I am capable of giving them when conditions allow. We were treading water and treading fast. I doubted I could make it one more day, never mind to the end of June. If it weren't for the wonderfully dedicated people I work with I would have certainly gone under.
As of today things are on the upswing. I am once again filled with promise. And that promise has come in the form of a sweet little girl who speaks no English, but she walks into the room with a giant smile on her face each day. Ready to tackle the day in a place that must certainly be both scary and overwhelming. But she takes it all in. She watches my every move, listens intently to my every word and smiles through it all.
If she can do it, I can do it,
and my nothing, has suddenly turned into something.