Break.

No. I didn’t write yesterday. It was better than the day before however this day was filled with general sadness.

Overall I just felt sad. I think the conversation with my journalism kids really got to me.

The semester is 3 weeks away from being over and I kind of don’t want it to end as much stress that I have been under.

This group I was given nine weeks with, out of the 18 we would usually have.

I seriously miss them. I see them almost every single day via Zoom, but it truly is not the same.

By the end of the day, I was on yet another zoom call with staff from our division. The more I heard their voices the sadder I got.

See I only have about 4 weeks left and then I don’t work for two months because of the contract I work on.

Break comes at a good time because transitioning into online work from home has been so crazy.

But the break comes with thoughts. I won’t be working so I won’t be zooming all the time. The loss of being busy could be healthy yet I know myself.

What will I fill that void with?

I don’t know. That’s what scares me.

Part of me needs to be busy but part of me welcomes the rest.

Breaks are healthy. Breaks for mental health are important.

I pray that my anxiety doesn’t ramp up with the silence around me.

Yesterday was a sad sad day. By the end of the day I was done. I turned in for sleep early and just needed to relax. And get a start on that break that’s coming.