missing peace

So I’m sitting in a staff meeting and it hits me … calmness.

The surprise bumps into me enough that I check my phone expecting to see a notification or email pop-up –  but the buzz is in my head, not on my device.

No warning, no *ahem*, no ‘scuse me’.

So, I make space for it.

Still, with a little side eye, I wonder what the heck is it doing here. And funny it gets right up beside me, almost in my lap PDQ.

It feels … good, but foreign.

I lean into it a bit.

To not notice in the first place – that I am not at ease, relaxed, or chilled-out – can  be attributed to my manic state over the past three months.

Three months of head down, stone grinding, growth mindset madness. No complaints. No excuses. Just that fact.

I joined a new school and new department this year. Net result = near vertical learning for me. Lot’s of compass bearings whacked. Social connections thinned. And still, expectations of self efficacy are through the roof. Cruel and ironic, but that’s how I had to roll.

14 years of teaching experiences did not prepare me for the space that would be generated between me and my comfort zone. And that going for something new, could distract me so completely.

My team is great. But despite that, the pressure to deliver is greater.

Geez, have I really been that stressed out? At some point did I pop out the other side of growth mindset assuming that heart palpitations, sleeplessness, and anxiousness was a standard dress code?

These feels, or non-feels I guess, came on as I started to think about volunteering for a committee. There is something about this new school that has me checking my six on the daily. But in a good way.

I am constantly seeing peeps that are energized and activated. Considerate and connected. Chatting and leading and creating. And its getting in my head.

As a habit, over the last 10 years, I have not actively pursued any extra committee work. Between learning to survive in EDU, do my job well, and then joining the dad-hood – my commitments to my family pushed pretty much all other professional growth to the fringes.

80 days into the semester, I finally feel like I can come up for air, and check out the view.

Looks good.

Feels different.

There’s gotta be something clinically significant about this. No time to break that one down though – not now, but maybe in another post.

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