Before I go any further I want to preface my next few comments with I love teaching and I love that I'm a teacher. Love it.
I've come to the realization that my perfectionism is blocking my ability to balance my life. Towards the end of this week I've learned/learning to say, "This is the best that I can do." Then I close my laptop, push away my students' essays, and turn off the classroom lights so that I can meet my boyfriend for dinner. I didn't realize how much I stressed about how much work wasn't getting completed. My focus has now shifted and I'm looking to recognize what I have completed and what I have done well in a particular week.
I'm not super woman and I'm starting to become really OK with that. My students' education won't suffer because I didn't immediately grade their papers, or make a handout for this week's project, or if I didn't get around to emailing this parent about their child's progress, or that parent about their child's behaviour.
Somewhere along the way I've forgotten that I'm just a muggle... as I've mentioned earlier. I like the new Ms. P that's starting to develop, sans red cape and spandex.
x,
Ms. P
1 comment:
Great post! This is exactly why I blog...to show myself that although there are millions of things I can't give my kids, I can still give them a pretty good life.
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