There is no saddle in my classroom, or at my school, or even near me in any fashion but I've always enjoyed that saying. I aspire to being back in a proverbial saddle at all times (of course that would be impossible considering getting back into it would mean I've gotten out/off it at some point). Digression.
Today was my first day back to school - just for meetings and organizing and seeing students as they picked up schedules, but it was still a first day and it definitely had that back to school feel (which will soon require the Happy New Year post). And, as usual, it was delightful with a side of anxious - I am so very blessed by my coworkers, fellow smart & funny [yes I just vainly called myself smart & funny] people who care about our students until our eyes burn; my classroom in all its wacky clutter continues to bring me great joy; I love to see the kids again, especially when they try to act all cool and distant but HELLO, you took the time to come by school while it's still summer - we know you like us; I'm excited about the classes I'm going to teach, the plans I've made.
Yet I get a bit wiggy when I start to think about the things I still need to do - little silly (yet strangely meaningful) stuff I meant to do these past couple of months, like make a birthday chart or sort bulletin board materials by month & season. Or things I wanted to establish at home before school starts, so I can maintain a feeling of balance - weekly menus, housecleaning system, exercise regimen. Suddenly the Hooray September! float I'm on has become a giant ball rolling forward; my feet are slipping and skipping to keep from falling off. Still thrilling but also nerve wracking and exhausting.
Hey, there's my exercise! What's the worry?