Spring is my busiest and worst time of year. I am a person who notices anniversaries, and there are some big baddies for me in the Spring. I am also a public school teacher, and this is the time of year that “THEY” try to kill us with morale-crushing tactics like Tutoring, Testing, and Teacher-Trashing. This season also includes Lent and Easter, which bring a lot of family baggage and difficult music along with whatever Spiritual and Religious Stuff they might be packing. There’s something about taxes where you have to look at all your money and DEAL with it. So from New Year’s to my birthday in May, I pretty much just hang on and try to survive.
This year things have been really, really good! So good, in fact, that I don’t want to miss it in the furious mad dash that usually constitutes Spring for me. Not only am I actually noticing birds and flowers, I’m very aware that Spring seems to be being really gentle with me this year.
I have had a few little flurries of contact from my Darling-but-Difficult Daughter. She’s still not ready for much of a relationship, but I get the feeling she’s thawing. I am still trying to get used to living in a different part of town, but my ex is looking happy, and my own present living situation is very good. Those days that mark great losses still came and went, with the lost ones duly noted but not devastatingly so. I think my lost ones still love me. I had enough money to pay for help with the taxes and I am still in good standing with Uncle Sam and the bank. Work is still very hard – we are still on the State’s Bad List (for the second year), but my class size is remarkably small this year and it’s making a shocking difference. Even though these children are not smarter, less disadvantaged, or better behaved than usual, simply the fact that I have 30% fewer of them means I am not hopelessly drowning. This year my principal seems to like me, which is unheard of but refreshing! Extra tutoring at school and extra rehearsals at Church still mean long hours away from home, but The Holy Week Music is even something lovely, with which I am already fairly familiar, so I am singing along happily in Church Choir without too much added stress (UNLIKE last year, which may deserve a whole post of it’s own!). Most of my friends know they are just not going to see me much this time of year – but the ones I have fleetingly crossed paths with have all remarked on how much less beaten down I appear than is usual for Spring.
I still feel wretchedly insecure at random awful moments. I am still trying to love friends who are still sick, or away. Work is still work, and money still kind of scares me. I realize that I am crowing optimistically with many Spring Challenges still ahead of me. But I don’t want to fail to note the strange condition of “Not Too Bad.” I know it could still turn into a “typical” Spring for me. But the snapshot of my life right this minute is good. I am still here, and I am still happy.