Write.
Just put some words on to the blank screen.
Write.
Words.
But the words haven't been there.
I really and truly planned on filling up my blog with words about teaching, my students, retirement.
But
The words aren't there. At times, I feel bereft. Empty. I don't know who I am.
Oh. I hide it. I laugh. I joke. I play.
But just underneath the surface,
Tears form, unwanted, at the oddest times, and I think of the kids I will miss.
My babies.
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ReplyDeleteIt's a strange summer, knowing that you're not going back to something you've loved for so many years. Even if you think you're ready for retirement, it's a challenging time. You'll eventually find your new normal and it will fill you with new words. In the meantime, be patient and be kind to yourself.
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