Brace yourselves. I’ve got quite a bit to say, and most of it is rambling and smacks of “back in my day, we didn’t have feelings!” Also: end-notes. When you see this symbol (*), scroll to the bottom for some addendum that is neither funny nor pertinent.
So it’s been a hot minute. And I only have myself to blame for not following my own advice that I dole out every morning to my students. Write it out. No matter how you feel, what time of day it is, nor what reasons you have to avoid it, write it out. “I’m their teacher, though. I don’t have to follow my own advice!” he exclaimed, snickering at the hot pokers in the fire while casually denying that his wife looks a little too much like mommy. Rip. Bleed. Hubris. Bottling up your perspectives on and reactions to life’s interminable downward spiral is irresponsible and damaging, no matter what level of emotional human you claim to be.