|view from my window this morning|
Wait! What? We have a snow day!
Sure enough, school was closed today because of dangerously icy road conditions. I didn't see that coming. I certainly could use a day off to catch up on some grading that has been lingering in my book bag untouched for a few days. But, there will always be papers to grade and lessons to plan, snow day or not. So today, I made the decision to simply enjoy this unexpected gift of a snow day.
I'm not worried about what has been left undone, about how much still needs to be planned, organized, graded, what emails I have yet to return, what paperwork I need to turn in. These things seem to consume my daily life. I rush from class to class, activity to activity. Don't forget to... Be sure to... Make certain you... I have to-do notes on my phone, in my planner, oftentimes even written in ink on the palm of my hand, always so much to accomplish in the span of a day. There never seems to be enough time. And yet, there always is.
wearing busy like a badge of honor. But it's not. It does not make us better teachers, better students, better partners, friends, or parents to take pride in how busy we are. It does no good to repeat that trite claim that there just isn't enough time.
It took me many years as an educator to learn that I needed to let somethings go. So today, I'm letting go of my to-do lists, if just for a little while, to enjoy this unexpected gift of time.
I find comfort in the poetry of Whitman:
I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself,
And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.