My initial excitement for the semester has turned to a sense of trepidation as I struggle to prepare for tuesday’s load of classes. I’m good for monday, at least. In fact my partner and I have projected out several weeks. She’s the organization arm in this operation–a skill I’ve yet to completely master. I wasn’t ready to go back yet. Two weeks and three days is a drop in the bucket to someone used to a month of vacation after every semester. That month is enough time to switch gears and become the full time writer and dad that I’m not during a 16 week semester.
The vacation was short but it ended well. I’m pleased about the way the flag football season started. I’m inspired to step up the practices in order to really drill down on some of the weaknesses I saw the kids have and build more on the strengths that got them through the game. Confidence was something I really worried about after an abysmal scrimmage, but confidence ran very high through all three teams, and infected us coaches. Now the challenge is making sure I’m getting everyone involved in the situations that will make them most successful.
One headache going into the new school year is the constant specter of trying to do too much. I’m aware of it now. I know it lives on my shoulder. The key will be controlling that urge so I can give my energy to the handful of tasks I know I can manage.