The art of detachment served me well today.
It was the first day of school- always stressful for teachers, but made worse when the school is still struggling to find its footing.
The procedures were in place, and my role well-defined. I stayed at my post answering questions, and point both students and parents in the right direction.
The a/c was acting wonky, but I just kept working in my room, hoping it would eventually cool down. It was eventually fixed.
The IT guy and I shared some laughs as my computer refused to obey his commands. He gave me all the powers of the technology universe, and the damn thing still refused to obey. We threw up our hands in frustration, and celebrated a small victory- the printer and computer were now talking to each other again.
The skies in North Florida decided to take a page from Southeast Asia and mimic a typhoon at dismissal time. Torrential rains, howling winds, booming thunder, and bright bolts of lightning came at us as we tried to put children into cars, buses, and vans.
Chaos and confusion reigned, and through it all I dealt with frustrated bus drivers, frantic parents, and frightened children with a zen-like calm, that comes from detachment.
I didn’t own anyone else’s emotions, reactions, or problems. I left work tired, but energized, not frayed and worn out.
I am going to work on keeping the detachment and zen-like calm, for at least tomorrow.