As I write this, I have to report back to work for school year 21-22 in 19 days.
I have fewer than three weeks of summer left. That feels like hardly anything.
I turn to my summer goals page in my writer’s notebook and am dismayed.
Of the nine teaching-related books I wanted to read this summer, I’ve read almost two.
Of the nine specific writing-related goals I crafted for myself, I’ve met only three.
Of my ongoing goal to get to bed each night at a decent time (before 11:30), I’ve only accomplished that about a quarter of the nights this summer.
Of the curriculum planning I wanted to do to feel like I won’t be buried in work in that (meeting-filled) week I’ll have between reporting to work and welcoming students into my classroom, I’ve done nothing.
But what have I accomplished instead?
I hiked on the trails by my house multiple times each week.
With my family, we made some progress with training of the pup who just turned one.
I read the science fiction tome that a colleague gave me to read well over a year ago.
(It was awesome and I’m ready for book two).
I re-watched most of the Marvel movies, this time in timeline order (a summer family project).
I made a few meals for friends.
I went on a road trip to Santa Fe with family and friends.
I’m looking forward to a road trip to Georgetown Lake in Montana.
I did some curriculum work for my district that I was pretty happy with.
I’m teaching an online writing workshop for the Colorado Writing Project and get to work with some awesome and thoughtful high school teachers.
I added more resources to my website.
I sat across the dining room table from my daughter as we both did some tiny paintings.
I attended an all-day workshop that inspired me and helped me think about some important work my department is doing. #DisruptTexts
I acquired some new jewelry.
I weeded the front yard flower beds.
I explored Meow Wolf.
I sobbed through a yoga class (all good tears).
I spent quality time with the fam (especially the kid who will be moving to college in just over three weeks).
I went to a movie in an actual theater.
The nights I went to bed before 11:30 are a recent cluster… I think I’m actually making some progress.
I sat in the rocking chair next to my mom in her studio apartment, chit chatting while watching a Rockies game on mute.
I went to several of my school’s baseball games as well as tennis, soccer, and golf! (COVID meant for a different sports season schedule this year… school was out but the spring season continued and I took advantage of it).
I enjoyed a few series on Netflix.
I went to a writing retreat and wrote some poetry.
I had some fun dinners out with friends.
I slept in as long as I needed to on as many days as I could.
I get to drop in on a couple of book clubs of teachers who are reading my book this summer.
I did multiple NYTimes crosswords every day.
I put my school laptop in a drawer and haven’t seen it for weeks.
I wrote this blog post.
All of this is to say that as I near the end of my summer break, I’m working to counsel myself out of the disappointment that creeps up when I look at the goals I set for myself several weeks ago.
Though it wasn’t the summer I intended, it’s the summer I needed. And I’m definitely feeling like the days remaining before the school year launches are not enough for me to feel fully rested and ready after what school year 20-21 was.
But whether I’m ready or not, school will be happening, and who knows what it will look like this year?
So that means no pressure about what I should be doing in these last days of summer.
The days will be what they need to be.