After a long summer month of creating, I had to go back to work today. We kicked off our first day of a month of professional development sessions, which I really do not like. I do not like meetings. I like teaching, love teaching, but can't stand boring meetings. But today wasn't too bad and because I'm in leadership this year, I'll be leading some of the workshops. That's cool. I just couldn't wait to get back home. And as soon as I got home, I jumped back into my bed. When my head hit the pillow, I felt depressed. Really sad. And alone. Like I needed something that I couldn't quite figure out. That empty feeling that comes when I'm in the darkness, experiencing a low. Then, this little bird settled into my window and reminded me that coming home and sleeping at 5PM is unacceptable. She told me that I can't just stop doing the things that made me happy over the summer now that I am back at work. I have to come home and create, then, I can sleep. But never stop living in my place of peace just because the season of freedom seems to be over; it's not over, it's just second to school now. Im still free. Yes, the bird said that. And I am listening.