teacher47

Once upon a time, I was able to enjoy my holiday breaks. You know, snowball fights and sleeping in and shopping and eating beyond excess.
But now, I’ve become a perfectionist… slowly inching to that ugly Type A personality… which sits next to the workaholic.
I realize my classes will never be “perfect,” but I intend on revising them every semester. It would bug me not to. So, this is a good thing for my students. And me. Yet, it’s taking away from the idea of a “break.” I do need to break away from overthinking my classes, but it’s more exhausting to do that. And I keep thinking if I relax too much, I’ll lose momentum. It’ll vanish. Suddenly, because I allowed my mind to break free, I will have lost all the good ideas. The blasphemy. I highly doubt that could happen, knowing my brain and my ambition, but, still, it’s a corny worry of mine.
Today, I successfully accomplished the worst of my tasks = to put a module in the middle of an online course, moving everything around it without losing any work. I sat down at 10:30, didn’t look up until 1:30. Ate lunch, and then just wrapped it all up around 4, again, without a look at the clock.
I’m officially taking a break for the next two days. I plan to hang out with my sister and good friend, Megan, in Fargo tomorrow, as well as visit my cat and boyfriend. So, Friday’s goal will be to tackle the English 110 shells.

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