Really, I can’t believe it. I’m really stuck. I’m supposed to go home tonight. I have all kinds of things to do.
Make dinner for a friend.
Catch up on laundry.
Lead professional development tomorrow morning at school.
Meet with three different teachers.
Lead writing workshop in a classroom.
None of this will get done, because I’m stuck. Snow can do that to a person. Ice can do that to a person. Snow, ice and wind can make a person really stuck.
I could feel guilty about all I’m dropping, all of the people I feel like I’m letting down. Have I made all of the phone calls, sent the emails I need to make sure I’ve let everyone know? (I hope.)
But, what if, being stuck is exactly mine to do? What if being stuck is the very best thing for me?