The usual verbal images I use for the end of the academic year imply some kind of extreme endurance challenge, with the participants limping or crawling over a finish line a muddy, battered mess. But it's also a time of year when actively practicing compassion and tolerance seems to come more easily - tempers flare and pettiness erupts and demands are made, yet somehow because I know everyone is very stressed and tired, I find it easier than normal to let things roll over me rather than bothering me (and hope thereby that MY snapping will roll off others). Maybe it's time to make a new mental picture - of a flourishing, power-stance finish to an amazing feat of skill, and as a celebration of a rather than a chore overcome or penance endured.
How do you imagine and talk about the end of the academic year? Do you have any positive year-end rituals that put a bow on the season?
* this is not because I've Discovered Sport, it was the result of extreme procrastination as a temper control measure via facebook browsing then the videos of the Australian Dad trying to do gymnastics with his daughter - GrantINeverShouldHaveStarted, which I triumphantly sent off last Sunday and ticked off this list, had to be resubmitted for the fourth time on Friday this week; it kept bouncing back thanks to errors not made by me, but requiring me to correct them
Last week's goals