I was thinking about what Labor Day used to mean to me this morning as I sat by the lake. I taught elementary school in the early 60’s for 8 years and Labor Day meant the end of my glorious time off. \u00a0I always went back to the classroom somewhat reluctantly, that is until the first week was under my belt. \u00a0And then it all felt comfortable again.<\/p>\n
As a kid I can remember how conflicted I felt about Labor Day. \u00a0I both wanted to go back to school and dreaded finding out who my teacher would be. \u00a0The anxiety I lived with in childhood shadowed me for most of my life, that is until I found recovery.<\/p>\n
Now I think of Labor Day as a time to honor others, those who still “labor” and those who simply cross my path as I wander through the day, not necessarily “laboring,” just being. \u00a0And I consider my “work” now to be kindness, attention, the expression of hope and love, particularly to those who are struggling to feel hopeful themselves.<\/p>\n
What do you think about as you face this labor Day, 2009?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was thinking about what Labor Day used to mean to me this morning as I sat by the lake. I taught elementary school in the early 60’s for 8 years and Labor Day meant the end of my glorious time off. \u00a0I always went back to the classroom somewhat reluctantly, that is until the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[25,41,180],"class_list":["post-53","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-karens-musings","tag-anxiety","tag-childhood","tag-reluctance"],"yoast_head":"\n