Now I fully understand how my students must feel. I’m trying to come up with the best small moment to pull from and I’ve got nothing.
The ironic truth of the matter is my head is swimming with thoughts and concerns. Do we have everything printed out for the accountant tomorrow? When will I have time to get the house ready for the start to a fresh week? Is Gram going to jump back like she did last year? What will Dad’s results be?
Ugh -but to put a cohesive train of thoughts together to recount a story is just impossible. It is the weirdest feeling to have a MILLION words swirling in my mind yet to feel nothing but blank space, a dark hole.