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Letter to Myself - "Cut yourself some slack."

Dear Me,
I know today was a rough day, but not all of it. Just some parts, here and there.

It didn't start out that way. You went to school feeling fine even though you were a bit tired. I mean, after all, getting up at 4:30 in the morning for a Twitter chat is a bit insane, even by your standards. 

So, cut yourself some slack.

Maybe today's morning Twitter chat wasn't as inspiring as others. It was about summer PD plans. It's true that you're not going to #ISTE16 or #ILA16 or #WLU16 or any of the many #EdCamps out there. However, you do have an amazing summer planned out. Your oldest daughter is getting married! That is awesome! 

This summer, you're staying put...in one of the world's most idyllic spots. Remember that others would love to live right in the very spot that you call home. In fact, that's why the wedding is here! People are coming from all over the world to rejoice with you and your family in your daughter's marriage. It's going to be a major celebration. A major family event. Life-changing. Scary. Exciting. Your baby is tying the knot! 

So, just remember to focus on the here and now. And, while you're at it, cut yourself some slack. 

Focus on the positive. Enjoy what's coming your way. Slow down. Let any negative energy that surrounds you rear it's ugly head...for a moment. Then, just let it go.

I know you that you are feeling overwhelmed because you're not getting enough sleep. It's hard to be positive when you're exhausted. You need to slow down and change directions for a while, or stick to one project and complete it well.  

Could being exhausted what brought you to pieces? Or, maybe it's all of the projects you are involved in? Maybe. Stop looking the other way. Stop trying to do it all. Remember that everybody has their own baggage to drag around. Concentrate on lightening yours up a bit. 

And, while you're at it, cut yourself some slack.
Sincerely,
You

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