It was a long day. A day where my students left the classroom, sent on their way with a wan smile from me and a promise of a fresh start in the morning. Then I gathered my wits and tried not to cry - because even after 12 years in this job some days make you want to cry.
I have been skiing home with a colleague twice a week since the beginning of January. We get a good workout, some fresh air, and a chance to bounce ideas off each other and vent. Today, although it would have been a day with lots to vent about, I didn't. Instead we talked about our lives outside our job. It was really nice.
I love our ski sessions. I love to ski. I love the openness of being on the lake. I love the light as the golden hour opens. I love having someone to chat or be quiet with. I love the glow of endorphins that linger into my evening meal with my family and help me put aside the frustrations of the day.
I hope the lake stays really solidly frozen until mid-April. Because I need my ski sessions to stay sane on days like today.
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It is absolutely amazing to hear of your new love for the long skinny things! They can provide such an outlet and a great work out along the way. I am looking forward to the day when we can ski together in both chatter and slience. Missing you lots this morning Em.
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