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Distractions

As soon as I got home from work, I sat down at the computer  to write and do some research for my doctorate.

Now, more than 90 minutes later, I am finally getting around to writing today's SOL post. I did do some checking of a few sources but most of my time on the computer was spent answering emails and reading blog posts. Procrastination? Perhaps. Fear of not having anything to write about? Most likely.

So, here I sit, with no more of an idea of what I'm going to write about than when I first sat down and faced my computer screen. The truth is, I do have some ideas for what I want to write about but they are all connected to school and kids. And, they are mostly reflections of my day or a particular lesson or one of the endless situations that happens at schools. Frankly, I don't think I would want to subject any slicers to reading about those at the moment.

It's Friday. As I look out the window I realize that although it's cloudy right now, I can't remember what the weather was like earlier in the day. I think it was mostly cloudy but I'm not sure. That's not a good sign. It means I was too busy to stop for a moment and take a look around me. It means I probably spent most of my day inside my classroom, or walking to and from another classroom where I provide push-in support to my ESL students. It means I was probably preoccupied with petty things to smell the roses or the coffee or anything else for that matter.

So, I am making a promise to myself to take a walk every day around my school (we have an outside campus), and to sit down for a few minutes to wind down and be mindful.

More on that next time.

Cross posted to March Slice of Life Challenge, Day #7.
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