the slightest reprieve
The smallest margin, a brook
Gurgling through an otherwise full
Life of greenery. Tangled and messy,
But loved, all the same.
That lull, the sliver of space
Is enough to breathe
And remember the fact
That I am alive, a person with colour
And depth and shade.
I will wade through the shallows
And savour this moment of mine.
I am currently sitting in the staff room eating sweets and not doing anything work related. And really, I don’t need to feel guilty about that at all because I have finished teaching at this school and I can rest for the weekend before I dive into my new school.
But I do feel guilty and I have turned my screen away from the door so that nobody spots I am on Facebook. But what can they say? I’m in this very strange margin of life where I am needed by no-one and I can just be Rachel.
The strangeness of the feeling prompted me to write about it. Why should it feel this weird to have free time? However I feel about it, I think it’s important that we all have times like this. When we can tell our brains that actually it’s quite OK to stop and breathe.
I’m finding this short period of time is going to be great for reflecting on life and how far I have come this year. It has been a hell of a journey and this weekend I’m going to be quietly congratulating myself and taking a big deep breath before my career starts properly.