I wish I could just stop dreaming about teaching. Every night it has been something different, but every morning I wake up feeling emotionally drained and stressed. When I am actually in Texas, I don’t think I dream at all. By the time I hit the mattress, I am so exhausted that I black out immediately and don’t waste energy on thoughts or dreams. I guess these dreams are coming up now because my mind actually has the time and the comfort to start digesting some things that have happened over the past few months.
It is snowing again. I have pulled back the curtain so that I can watch the flakes fall on the poinsettias, Christmas lights, and Adirondack chairs. A while back there was a cat sitting on my lap, but I think he has gone upstairs to investigate what is happening there.
This is where I come to feel comfortable and content. It is not my home, but I think I have made a place for myself here over the past few years. This is the best place for me to reflect and really dig deep into myself and the things and people that surround me.
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