Last weekend my brother asked me what I planned to do as soon as school was out. I told him I planned on having an identity crisis. When I told this to someone at school yesterday she said...oh, you know who you are. You're still a teacher, you're just a teacher on pause. As of today I'm officially a teacher on pause. The boxes are packed. The keys are turned in. I hugged all my favorite people and now the year is over. There are a few loose ends to tie up, but not many. So it's done and there's no going back.
I'm starting to feel a tiny bit excited about being on pause, but mostly I just keep crying at the thought of being done for awhile. I'm sure that will end soon, too. Afterall...it's summer. There's gardening, sewing, swimming, farmer's marketing, puppet shows, play dough and sand box playing to do. There's lying in the hammock in the tree house and playing dress up repeatedly as well, and it's all good. Pause is good.