An article in the city paper this week stated that resignations are up 200% from last year, and 90% from the prior year. It seems as though everyone is somewhat miserable, or underwhelmed at the least. I've been feeling it, for sure, the kids seems stressed, my friends seem stressed, and I have just felt blah now for some time. My hypothesis is that life, generally is kind of boring and upsetting now, and almost more than ever. The severity of the pandemic has dulled, there is nothing emergent to react to, now, well, beyond the decimation of the Ukranian people, which is horrifying and baffling and I feel totally powerless to do anything about. We've otherwise been kind of lulled into a complacency about everything and that is super lame.
So I took a day off. I didn't get Covid somehow, at all (yet) throughout the pandemic. So, I took a day off. I don't feel like being a crazy martyr woman who goes to work so I can be the only one who is always there. My students, I am sure, were happy to have a sub for the day (note, I am a high school teacher, so it may be different for primary school teachers).
I went out in the garden and cleared weeds, moved dirt, turned the compost, moved my body, moved some rocks. And I truly don't think there could be much better than that. To be in connection with something larger than myself, the Earth, is a gift, and I am going to give myself these kinds of small gifts, play hookey every so often, and wait for life to start back up again.
