I'm recovering from a summer cold that my brother kindly, and unknowingly, passed onto me in the midst of a hug. After spending the afternoon in bed yesterday and much of the evening, today my spirits have lifted. I'm just over a week from finishing the course and it all seems incredibly surreal. Today I went to a conference and it was mentioned that teaching is a career about learning, not about teaching, because we are constantly learning: "it's about others growing with you". It made me smile and know that I made the right decision. I say this now but give it a few months when I'm climbing up the walls, pulling my hair out, losing my voice.
Anyway, the house is a tip and it's 6pm. I'm sat on the couch, just finished a glass of juice and the air is coming through the window. I'm still coughing and sniffling, but won't it be so nice to get a load of laundry done, do a bit of a tidy and clean, cook some dinner and go for a walk after dinner? Of course it will. And a shower and paint my nails.
One thing I wanted to make sure I remember is that nothing is permanent. Because I forget this, far too easily. And it is what drives me to take things so seriously. So Sofia, darling, relax, nothing is permanent, especially when it feels like it.
Better go.
Much love,
Sofia
