School was not my favorite yesterday, the Wednesday after Memorial Day weekend. I took a personal day on Tuesday to paint #tinyempire, and when I returned things were no easier.
Sometimes, no matter how hard I work, no matter how much I pour my heart and soul and money and time and passion and talent into teaching young people there is always someone that isn’t happy with what I was able to give. All day yesterday I worked with the disappointment and frustration I absorbed from other people. After school I coached Girls on the Run, and then I went to #tinyempire to prime.
Priming is a great thing to do when you have to fight back the demons and dragons. It covers stains and ugly things and makes a new, clean surface. I just kept priming and priming. And I have listened to Macklemore and Ryan Lewis’ THE HEIST about 20 times on repeat for the last week. The redemption and faith and try again attitude has helped me, I guess, realize that so much of the
shit stuff that comes at us is because of someone else’s stuff, not ours. It’s not my fault that I have a disgruntled parent. It’s not. I’ve done everything I can do, and I just have to keep doing me.