Beginning each day, knowing that I am heading to a job, that does not bring me most joy is emotionally exhausting. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy being an instructional coach, but it’s just not enough. I miss the kids . . . I miss the parents . . . I miss watching the magic happen . . . I miss seeing the wonder . . . I miss making a difference . . . I miss the R.E.L.A.T.I.O.N.S.H.I.P.S!
Tomorrow morning, as I am getting ready for school, I will once again avoid my reflection in the mirror. I don’t even recognize the person staring back at me . . . it is certainly not the woman I thought I would become.