December 2, 2015

On my drive to the train station, I thought about Diego’s smoking advice and put off having my morning cigarette for a few minutes before giving in and having one. On the second train, I saw the new guy (I don’t know his name, but he just came to the country last month). He chatted with me on the train, but there was something he tried to convey that I just couldn’t understand. I did manage to make small talk with him, so I felt good about that. However, I was still frustrated at how little I knew of his language.

I had a good but busy day at work. It’s December, and that is a busy time for me. I am responsible for the kids making holiday decorations and spent all of my prep time (that is supposed to be used for preparing lessons) hanging those decorations. That’s usually what I spend my December doing. It’s apparently my job as the art teacher to decorate the school and the gymatorium for the Winter Concert. I spent a lot of my day complaining, but nobody was sympathetic. The gym teacher had to teach gym in the classrooms because our gymatorium was decorated for the concert and the music teacher was using it to rehearse in. I instantly felt bad for complaining to him, yet continued to complain to others. Other teachers were also less than sympathetic. They had other extra responsibilities this month as well. By the end of the day, I resolved to complain less in the future.

I stayed late to catch up on work again. I still didn’t catch up, but I got more done. I finished all of my planning for the month, so I was happy about that. The idea that I would see Diego on the ride home was a second inducement to stay late, but I did need to catch up on work. I am still not caught up on grading yet. I will have to focus on that next week.

As I got on my first train, I got a vague text from Diego asking me to wait for him at the station. I didn’t know if he wanted me to wait so I could catch the same train as him or if he had his work car and would drive me again, but I waited. It turned out he did have his work car again and offered to drive me home again. It was foggy and rainy and the traffic was worse today, but again, I found myself staying quite calm. We talked some more about our days. He introduced me to some of his favorite Spanish music. I liked a lot of the songs he introduced me to. They were slow love songs, but I liked them. I didn’t understand much, but understood more than I thought I would.

My tastes in music have been changing a lot over the past few months. I used to like metal and emo music. Now, I found myself listening to the popular music stations and enjoying pop, love songs, and some hip hop songs lately. Is it because I have been happier that I relate with different music? I received confirmation of this when driving over the holidays. I couldn’t find a good radio station and put my iPhone on shuffle. I couldn’t find a song that I wanted to listen to in my overly large music collection. I wondered if my changes in listening habits were because I have been happier in the past few months.

When I got home, I worked on the choreography for my dance production and went to bed only an hour later than I intended.


Today I’m grateful for the fact that I don’t get nervous with Diego driving, for everything I accomplished at work, and my students who continually amaze me.

I don’t think I did any acts of kindness today.

I spent 40 minutes in nature today.

I spent $5.75 on parking and $8 on fast food today.

I slept for about 6 hours last night.

I did not meditate today.

I exercised for 40 minutes today.

I did not follow my diet.

I did not straighten or clean today.

I was showered but did not brush my teeth today.

My mood was happy on the whole, despite my complaints. My temperament was good.


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