At the end of yesterday, I wondered, Am I getting too old for this job?
- I was beat, my energy level was flatter than a pancake rolled over by a steam roller.
- My feet informed me that the shoes that were comfy and fit in the morning, were pinching and squishing every square inch of my feet.
- My back said, “Don’t you dare drop anything, because I will not willing go down to pick it up.”
- My knees are wondering why I’m punishing them.
My spirit, from deep down in my heart told me not to listen to the complainers. They will get over it. Just keep on, you love what you do (most of the time).
I’m going to have to assess what I do and how I do it. Normally, I work with teachers, providing PD during their day. Usually I model a writing lesson or reading lesson with their class, but the bulk of my time is spent with the teachers. This is tiring, but it isn’t physically draining.
This week I am spending four days modeling writing lessons in classrooms and on the fifth day I will be meeting with teachers during their grade level meetings. I have an hour in six classes each day. The classrooms are on the first floor and the third floor. I go to first floor, then third floor, then back to first (you get the picture?) all day long. Now you know why my body parts are complaining.
So I am back to the question, Am I getting too old for this job? My spirit is stronger than all the rest of the complaining parts. She tells the others to just get over it, everything will feel better in the morning. And she’s right, after a night’s sleep, all parts are raring to go and face the world. I’m not too old! (yet )