I do not like myself

The thought comes unbidden as I stand, staring at an empty hallway. I maintain equanimity; it is no judgment and I do not dispute its truth. The words invite contemplation however, and I turn the sentence over, examine it, as if exposure would reveal its source and stir some, no – any, emotion.  Yet I am detached.

Later, looking down at the student swirl a wave of incalculable tiredness descends. Today, I will go through the motions.


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