I’m feeling a little better.
Sent emails to my writing group.
Tucked Paula Giddings, When and Where I Enter in my bag as my new *break book.*
Actually working in my office instead of my bed.
Part of the release is that I have my roommate situation almost settled. But part of it is that the time is nigh.
I dreamed that I was fired from a teaching job I loved, something reminiscent of my position at KIPP. I cried so hard in the dream. I thought I would wake up crying, but I didn’t.
I’d be so overwhelmingly sad if I wasn’t doing the thing I am doing. This is work that I’m meant for. My fear doesn’t change that. But my fear can take that work out of my hands if I don’t manage to regroup in time.
So the regrouping begins now. I am affirming self.