3 weeks

In 3 weeks I'll be back to the grind.

Summer's over.

I'm not looking forward to it. I've enjoyed my summer immensely. I wish it would last forever. But then again, what does?

My daughter is starting 1st grade and I will be teaching 4th. I have to get back to crazy mornings, afterschool programs, sick days, planning my week for home and work. Grading, report cards, parents.

And I'm starting a new school. Talk about more CHANGE.

I don't think I can handle more change.

But looks like once again I must.

I'm meeting my Co-Teacher today. She sounds like a lot of fun. Hopefully she will motivate me to enjoy my year. I don't want to put that much pressure on her though. Poor thing is stuck with me all year. I just hope we have a fun year.

I'm going to miss my home school, the school I started teaching in 10 years ago. I'm going to miss lazy mornings and beach days and spending the most precious time with my beautiful daughter.

I'm going to miss my tan.

I'm trying to be positive. It can't be worse than last year, my first year back after 5 years off. I struggled. I cried daily. I complained. By June I had my footing and I was forced to change once again.

I must be stronger than I think.

I've re-joined the gym for physical and emotional motivation. I think that helps me a lot.

I am thankful for my daughter and all the joy she brings to my heart. I am looking forward to watching her grow this year. I am looking forward to seeing her succeed.

I am always looking forward. 3 weeks from now, a year from now, a decade from  now...

This was the first summer I lived the moment. And I liked it.

I'm going to try to live the moment this school year (even though I'm thinking forward as I type those words). It's a good way to do it.

And  a lot of deep breathing.

We'll see.