Today was a good day. I can’t tell you why it was, precisely, but it just was.
I over slept by 40 minutes (and by over slept I mean chose not to get out of bed for 40 minutes after the alarm went off). I forgot the ice cream for my class’s Fun Friday and had to turn back around. I didn’t get a real lunch break because I had five students stay with me for lunch bunch. I didn’t get quite enough done at the end of the day to be completely prepped for Monday and next week.
And yet…it was a good day.
My students weren’t *too* terrible.
I wasn’t annoyed at my job *too* much.
My kids only fought one time when I got home.
I know this is not the norm for me. The fighting amongst brothers is unreal. My disappointment with my job usually takes the forefront of my life. Certain aspects of my life seem to spiral out of control with no possible way to bring them back into stillness. I’m usually so wrapped up in myself, always wanting so many things to be different that I can’t see the truly wonderful things I have.
I’ve done terrible things to myself and the people I love, and I’m still living, and breathing, and standing. This, in and of itself, is a miracle.
Lately I’ve been trying to practice more gratitude, being grateful for all that I do have instead of focusing on what is going wrong.
My kids fight and are insane 90% of the time. But they’re healthy. And smart. And good people.
My job takes part of my soul every single day. Sometimes I wonder why I even do this. Then today a very troubled student tells me he misses me. That he knew he was making progress with me. That he needs me to be his teacher again. And it made all of the nonsense worth it.
Money is always tight. Marriage is always hard. And yet, I have both. I have a roof over my head. My bills are paid (even if it’s just the minimum), and I have love in my heart.
And I am happy. Maybe not always. Maybe not all the times I should be. But today I am.
Happy and grateful.