Being busy is easy.
I don’t have to think. Life has meaning.
Twenty students in a class, sixty in a workshop, students calling from the team room door, colleagues wanting to talk, emails and memos, lessons to prepare, work to mark, lessons to teach, meetings to attend, paper work in order.
On holiday time works differently.
The first day is always busy with urgent or left over jobs. But then the gaps start appearing. And all those buried thoughts and fears I didn’t have time for rise up.
It’s the sudden silences and the empty days that feel so difficult.