September 23, 2019

During this sabbatical I have had to constantly remind myself, that my time is my own. I have had plenty of knee jerk starts and anxious jolts, a feeling that I must rush somewhere, or that there is some urgent paperwork needing my immediate attention. What a gift to consciously let go of all that, and allow myself to be in the moment.

It is all still a bit of an adventure. Driving to a new grocery store with my housemate after mandatory child protective training, with no where else to be… allows for reflection, and deeper discussions. I felt no sense of urgency to rush home, beat the traffic, or prepare for the next day. It was enough to be navigated through a new neighborhood and talk about the information we had received.

Tomorrow I’ll see children again, change nappies, and sing songs about being on a mountain.

Published by brooklyntobelfast

I'm a special education preschool teacher in New York, lucky enough to be given a year of sabbatical. I'm heading to Belfast to learn from colleagues, and take it all back home with me. I also happen to have my dog with me.

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  1. So true, so true. When you leave home behind, leaving behind the day to day urgency is – strange. Though our two journeys could not be more different, I feel that too. I’m sure the wee ones on the mountain have already stolen your heart.

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  2. I’m so impressed that you’re driving over there, Pam. Not something I would ever have the courage to do. The roundabouts gave me anxiety even as a passenger.😝

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    1. It was one of the requirements I had to agree to. It’s still very conscious, and I have to think constantly, not at all natural or second nature yet. Luckily, the van is automatic, so I don’t have to think about shifting. I learned how to drive on a manual – but that was a REALLY LONG TIME AGO! The roundabouts don’t really bother me, but I’m anxious that I’m missing something, and that’s why I’m not bothered… how crazy is that? Ha!

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