It’s getting harder for me to find things to be grateful for. There’s always the everyday blessings: food, clothing, shelter, employment. And I don’t mean to belittle those blessings, but the whole point of this month is to seek out gratitude where I don’t usually find it.
But I’m exhausted. NaNoWriMo is starting to take its toll–I’ve read stories of marathon runners who start to break down at mile 20. And that’s about where I am, by comparison, with the novel.
My school to-do list is out of control long (thank goodness I have a five-day weekend coming up), my DVR is chock full, and I just. want. to. sleep…
But as I reflect on the day’s events, I find I’m grateful for alums. Former students who chat at me via Twitter, send me emails “just because,” and even stop by as they are home for Thanksgiving. They don’t have to stay in contact–heaven knows I didn’t talk to my teachers once I left high school–but times are different now, I suppose, and I’m grateful they are.
I’m lucky to have the students I have now, and I’m lucky to have taught the students I have in the past.
