That's what I'm doing, burning out my fuse up here alone. I'm feeling both connected and disconnected, grounded and groundless, awake and asleep all at the same time. January is such a hard month for me. I wake up in the morning and my first thought is how much I hate my job, how much I hate going to work and I try to think of ways to not go, to quit, but I can't. Even a former student telling me that she's going to become a teacher because of me isn't enough during January to help me appreciate what I do, although it should. I know that she was one of fate's reminders that I'm doing what I'm supposed to do. I do make a difference.
I'm starting two new Loft classes on Feb. 1st and I'm excited. New classes, new teachers, should be interesting. My writing has been at a standstill until tonight, when I solved a problem for one of my characters while watching teenage boys shoot a puck from one end of the ice rink to the other.
And, I turn thirty six months from tomorrow.