My first year, I struggled to keep my head above water. I went to work early, I stayed late and yet, I still felt I could drown at any moment.
My second year, I still struggled, but from the vantage point of having my toroso above water.
By my third year, I was finally learning to swim. The shore was both in sight and in reach. That was the year I embarked on a campaign to reclaim my life from teaching. And that I did. I rode my bike to and from work-- often dropping pieces of my day along the way. I started yoga. I made dates during the week, enjoyed a few happy hours and once again started to read for pleasure.
Teaching can and will consume you if you allow it. I have learned to be organized and resourceful enough to be able to leave work