I was better.
And then I dreamed that I had a baby. But I didn’t give birth to it. But it was mine. And it took me a while to figure out that it couldn’t be.
And then the day started. I slowly drifted backwards. Exhausted after working all day yesterday. Nervous that the holidays are coming and there is no resolution on the issue that has caused my anxiety.
Worried. Knowing I shouldn’t be worried. Breathing deeply. Staying present.
And it’s so funny. At a time of anxiety I feel the most competent I have ever been in my classroom. I am an amazing teacher.
Bizarre. Paradox. Irony. Totes ridiculous.
Maybe the universe’s way of reassuring me that I will always be okay.