In love with trash trucks and bar signs
Dirty sidewalks and chaotic lines
Stepped on dead rats riding the rail
Soothing sirens announce a bloodied trail
A desperate reach to grab the air
The rambling mind, a heart laid bare
Spilt milk and the ding, ding, ding!
A date with disaster or a song to sing?
In love with bar signs and trash trucks
The struggle to enjoy a couple more bucks
A bustled hustle each patron employs
The sound of a memory, a beautiful noise
Shouts from the wet streets are rising
Up the five floors exercising
A cozy space amongst the debris
Dreamt by dreams, it’s no life ordinary
Inspired and phrases borrowed from this post at Spinning Visions.
Today I’m feeling:
Ok after a while but I slept badly during the night, for no apparent reason.
I thought maybe I was a little anxious about going to school today to help with cleaning up. I haven’t had this anxiety about a small, minor thing like this for a few years now and surprised to be feeling this way.
Health:
Physical: 6
Mental: 6
Today I’m grateful for:
Our local shops and the tax-free shadow economy. We can get everything we need for ourselves within walking distance.
Extra items we can order online and even shop for bigger or bulk items, we can get delivered from stores in the area too.
The best thing about today was:
I finished reading another book this morning as I was drinking my coffee before heading to school. I haven’t been reading as much this year but slowly turning away from the lure of videos and back to books.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
My feeling was weird today. After starting off anxious, as I was driving to school, I felt ok again but on arrival and seeing the mess and mud, I just felt off.
I can’t quite put my finger on why. It’s like the whole situation is depressing and I just want things to be the way they were, laughing and playing with my students.
I know this is unreasonable and against everything that I’ve been studying over the last couple of years.
It manifested after lunch in extreme exhaustion. I watched people chaotically working hard with little organisation and direction. After all, we are teachers, not a flood clean-up crew. But everyone wants to feel and be seen as contributing; it’s understandable.
Feeling dizzy and dejected, I came home and I was only a little revived after eating some dinner. I hope that I can sleep better tonight.
Review your acts, Good and bad.
I don’t feel good about not really helping to clean up the school much today.
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