I have been trying to stay afloat all year. This year’s trek began almost a year ago when I learned about my move to science from English Language Arts. There have been days when I have felt like a turtle with its nose just barely above the surface gasping for air. Then, there are the days, like yesterday when I felt I was floating in the air; and the day before when I could have been tumbling through air.
Change is never easy, especially when it is not of your choice, and as the school year winds down, I look back and reflect on the successes of the past year as well as the many opportunities for the coming year. At present, I do not know next year’s teaching assignment, so change could be in the air or not, I just don’t know. However, what I do know is that the coming year will be full of chances to teach my students life lessons, regardless of the content area. I teach kids, that’s what I do. I’ll focus on what I know and what I can do for now and float.
When I came home last night, the air was crisp cool and clear and I wanted to walk. Thursday’s storm had rolled through the Midwest and wrought havoc to our west-northwest – about 50 miles away, but our town just got rain, wind, thunder, and lightning.
I wanted to walk and clear my head. Spring is in the air. The grass has noticeably greened, daffodil shoots and other perennials are poking their heads above ground, and Earth is slowly being reborn – an annual Renaissance of sorts. Also, wanted to check out the daffodil glade at the Morton Arboretum. We take a family photo there every year and I wanted to see how far along the daffodils were. There were some daffodils in bloom, but most are a week away. The ground was very damp and the rain we got Thursday eroded parts paths and had pooled in low spots. But, most of all, I simply wanted to walk and take in the world surrounding me.
It was a great evening for a walk and we – O had come with me and brought a friend – saw evidence of nature’s annual rebirth. Green among brown leaves, woodland flowers blooming, buds on trees, and clumps of daffodils blooming and proclaiming Earth’s awakening after a long winter sleep. It was enough to keep me afloat for another day, another week.
That was last night and I awakened this morning to frosty rooftops and a beautiful sunrise feeling rested and ready for another day and another week. Afloat. I have big plans for the day – gardening, grading, planning, and family. It’s going to be a great day – I am awake and afloat. Making the Days Count, one day at a time.
What keeps you afloat?
Today’s post is in response to the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge – Afloat – prompt – at Word Press. How do you interpret the word afloat? It could be the expression on your son’s face as he jumps on the bed. Maybe it’s your daughter’s triumphant smile after tossing training wheels to master her two-wheeler. It could be a beautiful cloud formation, pollen on the breeze, or an errant birthday party balloon making its escape into the sky. So looking forward to seeing what afloat means to you.