We have achieved Kickstarter success and descended into teacher hell.
The good, the bad and the what the hell have all blended into one. My heart still leaps for joy when I think about the having the money to give Blood Child a professional touch. It really is a dream come true.
Then I go to work and my desk is over flowing with papers to grade, lesson plans waiting to be written and new standards staring me in the face.
Today, I was schooled at school for my bad attitude on interactive journals. I am tired. So incredibly tired that the happy, go team go facade that everyone has come to rely on, is cracking.
Two weeks ago in the middle of all of this Papa said he wanted to start drinking again and I loss it. Cried in a meeting on interactive journals because I just couldn’t see how I could do one more thing and face my father drinking himself into an early grave.
But this is where the real work to make my dreams come true begins.
This is where I prove to myself that I can do it.
That I can live up to the hype I have allowed others to spread.
It is time to be the me that others see and that I have hoped really existed.
Thank you for giving me that opportunity.
Because I really do believe that it is a blessing.
That is the only way to make it though this nightmare of the everyday to the world where dreams come true.
I just wish Disney hadn’t made it all seem so easy.
