Joy

It’s the weekend! Tomorrow I’ll climb with friends so I’m happy. The weather is supposed to be lovely and I’m hoping it will be a nice day.

My partner has a training weekend for his job so we aren’t going to see each other, but it’s kind of nice to miss him sometimes? I’m also just happy to be at my place this weekend, with nice weather, and not too much work to do.

I had to do something difficult for me this week. My school would maybe allow us to take an airplane to Great Britain for our students to immerse themselves in English. I’ve done these sorts of trips dozens of times in the past, but I just couldn’t reconcile myself to taking an airplane for a three or four day trip. If we could take a train, or stay longer, I’d be okay with the ecological impact, but I’m too afraid of the message it would send to the students. It really shouldn’t be seen as okay to go so far for such a short time. So although I initially said I would like to organize a trip, I backed out, with a ton of regret that this is no longer something that should be part of my teaching life.

Doing the right thing doesn’t always make us happy.