As some of you know, I’m a teacher. After toiling in the public school system and a three-year stint in an alternative school, I moved up to the technical college level. My job doesn’t require as much energy as public teaching did–thank God I’m no longer called on to be teacher/counselor/mediator/encourager multiple times a day–but my current job does take a lot of my spiritual and mental energy. Sure, there are some days that I coast along but not often. When I teach, I get involved with my two subjects, writing and humanities, and I try to make the subjects come alive and have relevance to my students. I’m tired at the end of the teaching day, though I don’t drag out of the door feeling as if my spirit has been ground into dust.
Lately, I just haven’t had enough energy to keep up with everything. Job, family stuff, creative writing, music, the blogs…it’s a lot. Perhaps it isn’t to people who are used to juggling aspects of their lives soberly, but for someone who often skated by and inoculated himself daily and nightly with alcohol, it can be a bit much (is that even the correct use of the word “inoculated”? I’m too tired to look it up). I need some energy tanks.
Alas, there are no such energy tanks in my life. Of course, I’m also not avoiding lava and fighting metroids. So there’s that. I realize that it’s the end of the semester, and all teachers are tired. So are my students. I have a week-and-a-half break between semesters coming up, so that’ll be nice. Lots of self-care on the way.
At least I’m tired and sober. That’s the important thing.