The sun smiled
Monday, August 21, 2017
Monday, August 14, 2017
I just returned from two weeks of vacation, which is one week longer than the longest vacation I've taken at this job.
To reward me for my hard work, the universe gave me an awesome first week: a lake, my first ferry ride in ages, campfires, two Phish shows, and great feelings overall. I actually got to swim in Lake Champlain, and then drive down to the city to see its favorite sons, Phish, play an amazing show in Manhattan the same day. Three of my best friends were there, and two had never seen Phish before.
For my second week, the universe gave me a summer cold. The night I arrived at my parents farm, I started to feel it. Although I'm usually tired from work and somewhat cranky about the inevitables that go with living in New York City so that I was feeling "sick and tired" quite often, I almost never actually get sick. I did for a couple days in February, and for a day a couple weeks ago. So of course I'm laid up with a serious summer cold for seven days in a row to celebrate my second week of vacation.
Strangely enough, it may have been a blessing in disguise.
My number one goal for my vacation was to sleep, and I did. In fact, I didn't do much of anything last week.
I also wanted to be out of the city. With the exception of the Phish shows and some time with friends, mission accomplished.
My plan of hiking three mountains was foiled, but they'll still be there on weekends, and they would have just tired me out anyway.
The main reason I think this was a blessing in disguise is I started feeling good on Friday, and now I feel much better, so although I have to go to work, now I view it as getting to spend time with interesting people while finally feeling well again, instead of being miserable on a couch, surrounded by beauty but unable to participate in it.
And the best part about having a substitute for two weeks is how much certain students tell you they missed you. I was initially nervous because I missed the first two weeks of a new session, and I had to win over some new people who had started the course getting used to another instructor. But I had carryover students from the previous session, and although they admitted the other teacher was okay, they were very happy to see me again. And the new students didn't seem to mind the change either.
Believe it or not, the subway even behaved itself today.
To reward me for my hard work, the universe gave me an awesome first week: a lake, my first ferry ride in ages, campfires, two Phish shows, and great feelings overall. I actually got to swim in Lake Champlain, and then drive down to the city to see its favorite sons, Phish, play an amazing show in Manhattan the same day. Three of my best friends were there, and two had never seen Phish before.
For my second week, the universe gave me a summer cold. The night I arrived at my parents farm, I started to feel it. Although I'm usually tired from work and somewhat cranky about the inevitables that go with living in New York City so that I was feeling "sick and tired" quite often, I almost never actually get sick. I did for a couple days in February, and for a day a couple weeks ago. So of course I'm laid up with a serious summer cold for seven days in a row to celebrate my second week of vacation.
Strangely enough, it may have been a blessing in disguise.
My number one goal for my vacation was to sleep, and I did. In fact, I didn't do much of anything last week.
I also wanted to be out of the city. With the exception of the Phish shows and some time with friends, mission accomplished.
My plan of hiking three mountains was foiled, but they'll still be there on weekends, and they would have just tired me out anyway.
The main reason I think this was a blessing in disguise is I started feeling good on Friday, and now I feel much better, so although I have to go to work, now I view it as getting to spend time with interesting people while finally feeling well again, instead of being miserable on a couch, surrounded by beauty but unable to participate in it.
And the best part about having a substitute for two weeks is how much certain students tell you they missed you. I was initially nervous because I missed the first two weeks of a new session, and I had to win over some new people who had started the course getting used to another instructor. But I had carryover students from the previous session, and although they admitted the other teacher was okay, they were very happy to see me again. And the new students didn't seem to mind the change either.
Believe it or not, the subway even behaved itself today.
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