I couldn’t help but shake my head earlier this evening.
I found myself waiting in an office lobby for a meeting to start on a Friday night.
What’s more is that the only part of that is that I screwed up with where I was waiting.
(I didn’t read the agenda correctly and thought that the meeting started MUCH earlier than it did. Surely I’m not the only one who has screwed that up before…)
The meeting is one of many that I have committed to last spring – and there are at least another year’s worth of meetings to look forward to. (There is no sarcasm here. I really do look forward to the conversations with this group.)
But while I was sitting there, waiting, shaking my head, I started to think about another commitment: my plan to do the Slice of Life Challenge.
I wrote a post during class with my students today, but I really didn’t want to post it when it was all said and done. (I did rescue it and have it in my own files, but…I just decided I wanted to keep that for myself.)
So what was I going to post? Would I have enough time to write a new one or would I be forced to use the one I didn’t want to post?
Wait. This is NOT what’s supposed to happen. I’m not supposed to look at this as another thing I have to do. There is supposed to be JOY in this.
So what the heck?!
Oh boy. This happens. This I-don’t-wanna attitude. It happens to people who like to write. Who teach writing. Who try to get kids to write on command.
(Ugh. Do I do this to my students? I must…)
But there’s value in pushing through this feeling and writing anyway.
It’s forcing me to document this experience and reflect on my practice.
I’m not sure this is JOY right at the moment, but I do see VALUE.
And that might be enough to help me work through this frustration with my students better next week.