Today I saw a lot of my students for the last time before the summer break. It was a hectic day. After that, I had to stay late for one of the 50 million (that might be an exaggeration) things that go on after school at the end of each school year. I heard from Carl on and off throughout the day since he had to work too.
I was looking forward to Sunday so much that I tried to squash my enthusiasm. In the past, I have found that whenever I look forward to something too much, no matter how good the actual event is, it’s nowhere near as fun as I expected it to be because my hopes were too high. I tried very hard not to daydream about what might happen or hope too fervently.
About an hour before the school event started, Carl just stopped responding to me. I figured it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe his phone died. Maybe he got busy and was distracted by something. Then I got distracted with my own school stuff. Afterwards, it was late, so I drove home. I sent a message to Carl wishing him a good night and went to sleep.
Mood – Varied from sad (I wouldn’t call it depression because there was a reason for it) to excited and hopeful.
Meditation – About 2 minutes.