I did not dread coming to work this morning. I didn't stay up late last night stressing about my lessons.
I didn't spend yesterday sad because break was ending.
No, I didn't WANT to get up at 4:45 this morning and sure, I would have been happy to have another day, but I was ready to start back.
I attribute this feeling to two causes:
1) I spent every moment of break doing something fun or interesting. I spent lots of time with friends, hanging out or playing games. I spent lots of time with my family, doing crafts or activities. I even spent a morning with a colleague working on curriculum development so she can attempt Standards-Based Grading during this coming marking period.
I stayed up late and slept in. I went to the gym and ate good food.
I wasn't idle. I milked every minute of my break.
2) I don't hate my job.
I can't express how amazing this is. I don't hate my job. I don't feel as though my presence is superfluous. I like my coworkers, my students, my administrators, my classes and my opportunities.
It's not perfect. No job is perfect, but I'm happy here.
I am happy here and I am acknowledging it.
Now...to start stressing about what I'm teaching tomorrow...