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I’ve always tried to do too much. I throw a hundred irons in the fire and say “yes” when someone asks for more? Fill in as basketball coach? Sure! Data team?! Yes! PBIS co-leader?! Join this race?! Volunteer for this committee?! When I think back to what’s truly brought be peace and joy, the answers are simple: reading a satisfying book on a Sunday morning, seeing my husband’s face in the hallways at school, watching my seniors talk about diverse topics with light and understanding in their eyes, building new friendships with the old(er) men at the local diner, running in the country without having to think about traffic, getting to have more meals with my father in the last year than in the twenty before combined, sitting on my porch, talks in the car with my children while we commute, whispering jokes behind my mask or using my eyes to communicate to wise teenagers, drinking my coffee in the dark, quiet school alone each morning, and meeting new colleagues who challenge me and wake up my mind and spirit. None of these things require me to do more. They actually require me to do less. Focus on what’s breathing and growing and existing in front of my eyes. All this time, I’ve spent spinning my tires…I often wonder what I’ve missed. But, for now, I’m happy to just take it all in.
— Britt Jungck
