I have just realized my awesomeness.

Again.

No, seriously.

This is what I’m going to do when I start to feel anxious about teaching.

I kind of remembered that I was happier when I kept reminding myself of my awesomeness instead of wallowing in self-pity. For the past three weeks, I’ve been deluding myself into thinking that I am in fact less than awesome and incapable of any sort of higher-order task.

Which is clearly untrue. Because I am awesome.

I’m just going to remind myself that I am awesome. And that I have awesome things going for me that will make me an amazing teacher.

I had three (four) people tell me last week that they appreciated my enthusiasm.

I am enthusiastic and geeky and stubborn as fuck. And I care about your shit. Therefore, I am going to make an awesome teacher.

Yep.

I’m awesome.

I may have a bruise from clumsily hitting myself on the kitchen table, but that does not detract from the fact that I am awesome.