The little things I look forward to about long weekends:
A student blows up at a teacher, drops the F-bomb. The usual approach at Lincoln – and, safe to say, at most high schools in this country – is...”
Emailed my response to the prompt after laying in bed and thinking about it all night.
It was pretty damn good if I do say so myself…
I will not let the sads take over. October is almost over and I have been so incredibly happy and content for the last two weeks. Life is not a constant vacation, and I love my job and my co-workers and my day-to-day life, for the most part.
I hate the for-no-reason sads. I hate the end-of-vacation sads. I hate the overwhelmed-before-I’ve-even-started sads. I hate the I’m-trying-so-hard-to-not-be-lonely-and-most-of-the-time-I’m-not-but-tonight-I-kinda-am sads. All those that I try to fight off. But tomorrow is a new day. And I have people who love me.
So the sads won’t creep in tonight. Or tomorrow. I am, in Jenny Lawson’s words, going to be furiously happy. I’m going to shake my head at the blues and listen to my Cake Pandora station and focus my efforts on being decidedly not-sad. I’m going to make a list and tackle it one by one and eat food and exercise and cuddle my very fluffy cat.
Also I’m going to go to bed.
Friends who are also fighting off the sads: we can do it. Let’s get through it. Here’s a blog post to keep you company and, if nothing else, make you smile wistfully at its truth.