Smiled

I walked into my classroom this morning and smiled. I walked around and smiled.

The voice in my head

I'm plagued with a voice in my head.
This voice isn't kind, nor is it constructive. This voice is nothing but critical and out right mean.
This voice is the tiny murmurings of a job done poorly, the regret from past mistakes, and the reassuring words that try and cement my inadequacy. This voice I've learned from different people; my family, friends, and even those from church.
The voice continually shoots me down when I make a mistake or have an oversight.

This voice is telling me that this first year of teaching (says little voice, "may be your last") has been anything but perfect. The little voice is telling me that I shouldn't keep trying, that I need to find a way out. This little voice is telling me that I'll never be good enough, smart enough, or organized enough to complete and do all that is required of me here. This little voice is the one that tells me I'm tired too tired to work, as well as the voice that throws me under the bus once I get caught making these selfish choices. This voice takes all that I can control and makes it seem too difficult, too cumbersome, and too political.

S does not say /r/
I am not deaf
I've pulled the wedge---time will grow it back.