One Step at a Time

Oh, Monday. You are brutal sometimes, yeah?

Let me preface this post by saying I love my job. I really, really do--the schedule, materials, challenges, creativity options, etc. etc. etc. are all awesome overall. But sometimes, dammit, it's hard.

Building semester syllabi and schedules is hard. And, while some people feel jazzed and challenged by this stage in planning, I hate it. I feel rushed and stressed, with too many ideas and not enough organization. I am constantly prone to second-guessing myself, and that habit is never more crippling than right before a new semester kicks off.

Later today, I'll go to the gym and cross train. Then, C & the dogs will meet me outside the gym and we'll go for a walk around Spanish Town. And then, C & I will go over a friend's house for an impromptu David Bowie wake/Labyrinth viewing. And all those things will be lovely.

Until then, though, I have two more hours of building, building, building these courses.

And so I'm taking them like we approach runs: one step at a time.