On Friday, I wrote a short post on Facebook and the reaction to it was surprising. Not only did a surprising number of people react to the post, most assumed I had had a bad week. One very sweet friend even sent me a picture of a smiling llama to make me feel better. Why is it that having an exhausting week is perceived as a bad week? That doesn't compute in my book. For me, I'd felt like I'd run a marathon. It was draining and hard in more than one way, and yet it was satisfying in a strange way, too. I cried and it was cathartic.
It was a tough week for many reasons. The new job is hard because it's new (duh) to me and poses a whole new set of challenges than those I've encountered in the past 12+ years in my career. I took this job because I selfishly wanted the opportunity to continue to grow and develop as a professional. Unselfishly, I wanted a chance to advance STEM education for all students across Orange County. In this role, I work with an incredible team of amazing, talented, and dedicated professionals who are among the smartest folks I've ever had the good fortune to work with. Seriously, they're that good. (And that's not to knock all of the folks I've worked with in the past.) My team inspires me to want to be the best leader I can be. And for them I'm willing to work my ass off and invest myself in a way that I've not been accustomed to since I left the classroom. This week was one of many weeks in the past four months where I felt like I was "all in" in about every way I could imagine. It's exhausting in a gratifying way and there's nothing in the last week, even the awkward bits, that I would have changed. Thanks goodness, then, for a quiet weekend and an extra hour of blessed sleep.