Two months

It's going to be two months since I started teaching.

I'm still trying to separate work from the personal. The key word is 'trying'.

I can't help but be reminded of my students, especially the naughty, energy sapping ones. I try distract my mind by watching television, playing computer games, or occupying myself with other activities like church matters, music matters etc. It does not work.

I awake with a sick feeling in my stomach. A classic symptom of stress.

I refocus my mind, and think positive thoughts like, "Today's a new day!", "Yesterday's baggages are yesterday's!", and "I LOVE my students! Warts and all."

Admittedly, it's just easier to sigh, be weary, be dejected, and give up.

But how can I possibly give up? I can't help but see a bit of myself in everyone of my students. And I'm reminded everyday of the second chances I have received and I am being given. So I have been given, so I can give.

Leave the work... totally

I'm learning to detach myself. To leave the work and all its emotions behind. So that I'm free to pursue the other things I want to do.