Today was a day when I realized that all actions have consequences. These consequences are neither wholly good, nor wholly bad. Rather than leave home at the earliest possible moment I dawdled, hoping to talk to someone before I left. While I managed to do that I did leave work later than would be considered optimum. The result of that was a subway delay, which forced me onto the street for a two subway station walk (as opposed to an interminable wait for a shuttle bus) to the terminal where my bus, sadly, was not waiting.
So what does all this mean? It means that something I might have considered the perfect moment (conversation) seems less so because it brought about an odyssey of a trip home. It means that even the physically and mentally therapeutic walk became a confusing sweaty drudge.
Instead, today’s perfect moment came when my ex-students came to see me and cheered loudly. They complimented my teaching and said how much they missed me–and it has only been 3 days. It kind of reminds of me of the end of Dead Poets Society. While I have never had the students stand on their desk and call me Captain my Captain, I have been reduced to tears by the words and actions of my students. That didn’t happen today, but it still made me feel validated and appreciated.