I’ve been trying to hold it together.
Through the ramped-up demands of the end of school year.
Through the extra stress I carry home.
And the extra sleep that remains elusive.
I’ve been trying to hold it together.
To turn off “teacher” and turn on “wife.”
To make time for fun when all I really want is time to breathe.
To allow projects to sit unattended while I attend to the immediate.
I’ve been trying to hold it together.
When fears from the past whisper, “What if?”
And my mind starts its wondering.
And I’m so drained from making children “shush,” that I can’t get my own mind to.
I’ve been trying to hold it together.
When people innocently ask me what my plans are for the summer and all I can answer is, “Getting there.”
And a persistent foot injury prevents me from my usual outlet of running.
Or even doing yoga.
I’ve been trying to hold it together.
As I sit in meetings planning for the next year in the classroom. The year I thought I would be free.
As I wrestle with the decision to put energy where I am or energy where I want to go. Even though the doors remain closed.
As I contemplate trading my new savings for a new car, an exchange of security.
I’ve been trying to hold it together.
Until last night, when it all fell out in a wash of messy tears.
Pressure valve full-on open.
And tension released.
And now, I feel like I can hold it together again.
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So deeply poignant, raw and honest. Thank you for sharing your soul here. Mucho love to you. Glad you finally let go and released it.
It’s amazing how much better you can feel after a good cry. Almost as good as a long run:)
Absolutely. It’s imperative for the soul to release. Sending a huge hug. You are doing great!