That Anxiety is Not What You Think it is

Image may contain: textYesterday, I popped into work for a bit. Our official workdays don’t start until today and our students don’t come back until August 1.
 
Honestly, I was bored. Summer break was nice. I got to visit with family, did some home improvement projects, worked on Happy Fix and got my life fairly well-organized. Not bad for five weeks.
 
But something was missing. My husband, who has been working from home for 10 years, is now in an office three days a week. My sons are grown. It was just me and the dogs. And while they are sweet and loving, they sleep. A lot.
 
Since I had some things to drop off I decided to go in for a couple of hours.
 
When I turned into the driveway, I saw a parking lot that was at least half full. People were already there working on a day that they were not getting paid for. We can argue about how they should be getting paid for that but the fact of the matter is that they were there so they could be ready for our students when they come back next week.
 
I know I’m not supposed to want to work. I’m supposed to be counting the days and hours until retirement, but I’ll let you in on a secret. I really love my job.
 
Mostly it’s because I love what I do, the people I do it with and the little people I do it for.
 
I posted the other day about being anxious and it was the god’s honest truth. I’m always anxious at the beginning of the year.
 
When I went into the building, though, it felt normal, natural. It’s where I’m supposed to be at this point in my life. I felt at peace for the first time in a bit.
 
It’s not the structure. It’s the people. We are dreamers and doers. We are people who believe and think that if we can convince our students (many of whom struggle with pretty adult issues) that they are resilient, brilliant and strong, that we will be able to make that elusive difference that everybody talks about making in their lives.
 
We truly see greatness in them and in each other and that, my friends, is powerful.
 
I realized, yesterday, that I hadn’t been anxious about going back. My anxiety stemmed from wanting to go back. To feel that energy, that purpose. To be surrounded by people who are on the same mission.
 
To do good.
 
I am blessed to be surrounded by family, friends, and colleagues who are all dreamers, doers, believers, thinkers and who see the innate greatness in people. I hope that you are too. If you are, tag them in the comments and let them know how grateful you are to have them in your corner. And know that your life is better for it.
 
If you are not, find them. They are there. In your churches, schools, community centers, neighborhoods. Sometimes you just have to put your amazing self out there and like a magnet, you’ll attract them!