I realized recently that I had lost my joy teaching one particular class that used to be a great source of joy for me. It was actually a parent who was being kinda nasty toward me that made me snap out of it. Her story of me, though untrue, had enough hints of truth to be triggering. It took some soul searching, but I was able to recognize that she was simply reflecting my own untrue story that I tell myself. The standard that I need to raise is doing the bare minimum to get by. I am capable of excellence with the same energy exchange rate. What I mean is, when I’m teaching at my highest level, with enthusiasm, joy, and humor, my students reflect it and the energy I expended is given back to me immediately. It’s kinda “duh,” now that I’ve written it out. 🤦🏻♀️