Midday check in with myself by the classroom window

Between lesson plans, marked pages, and the hum of the lights, I steal these small pauses to listen in How is my body doing What did I actually eat today What needs to be softened at home tonight instead of perfected

It is not dramatic or glamorous just a quiet practice of letting the light hit my face, feeling the air shift, and reminding myself that the person guiding everyone else gets tending too

One steady breath, then back to chalk dust and essays, a little more anchored than before