That was no more evident for me than yesterday. I came home yesterday, after a very rewarding day. I made three presentations that I felt went supremely well. My sessions were packed. People were sitting on the floor and there was standing room only in the back. I think if we could have torn down the the walls, there would have been maybe 80 something people attending or more. I wish the classrooms were bigger.
My presentation to my bilingual folks went very, very well too along with my writer's notebook sessions. I shared my heart and hope that people left the session proud and pumped to serve our all of our students. I got nothing but great feedback from people.
Along the way, many, many people crossed my path from the past. I really enjoyed seeing them. It is about the game, not practice, the game! It is about making the most out of our experiences and treasuring and have an impact on the people that we work with and for. I felt that in a very tangible way yesterday.
To follow that with today was not really fair. There is no comparison to my day yesterday to my day today. I walked into a meeting in the morning. Yes, a meeting. Not a meeting of the minds. A meeting to talk afterwards and just whine! I was so tired from yesterday, but still feeling rather euphoric before I entered into that gloomy room. The smell of mold was palpable. Within minutes, my joy was supplanted by something from another galaxy. It felt like Kyptonite that had sucked the life right out of me. I felt deflated and inconsolable. Wow, how can two days be so juxtaposed...such polar opposites? I dragged my feet from my meeting and met an awesome friend to talk about the previous day, catch up on some work. I was okay now because I was with someone that I connect with, someone with life inside them. Then I met with two older ladies. I very much enjoyed working with them. They make me laugh. It was so good to see them. I hadn't seen them in quite a while. It is nice to be appreciated and missed.