I must say that this has been the darkest of winters as far back as I can remember. Never have I felt as surrounded by ill will, suffering and anger as I have these past few months. There were loved ones going through the most difficult kinds of heart ache, I experienced broken relationships with those closest to me, and at work I came across some of the most challenging behavior students I have had thus far in my teaching career. It seemed as if the light would never return.
But something amazing happened this week. It was almost as if some sort of magical door opened and brought the light back into my life. I didn’t even try; it just happened. It was one of those weeks where I made it through every green light on my way to work. I have a new group of students who are once again amazing, fun and kind. Relationships are slowly repairing themselves and others that are not-so-good are dissolving naturally as they should. It feels as though balance has been restored, along with my sanity.
I suppose it's good to go through these dark experiences from time to time so that when the light comes back, we appreciate it that much more. And as always with every experience, good, bad, or absolutely terrible, we can learn from these situations if we choose to reflect on them.
So the moral of this story is just when you think you can’t take anymore and you’re sitting in a dark, empty room with no way out, know that with absolute certainty, the light will find its way back to you.
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