A letter from June 9th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, So, this is my second letter that I'm writing this week. I guess that I'll talk today about how hard it is for me to lose weight. I'd love to say that in 5 years that I've conquered food addiction and I'm living happy, thin and free. It's been a long journey. I'd really like to think that I'm in my right sized body now and that I don't use food as a coping mechanisim anymore. Who knows. It's been really hard to teach during these COVID 19 days. The world feels like it's on fire and that there is nothing coming to save us. One of my students, Brady Wright, wished that he had a magic wand to make the mainstream media less biased. Is that code for pro-Trump? Pro-military? I read this great post today about how we try to fix society's ills with policing. We try to fix society's ills with teaching. We try to fix society's ills with hospitals and with libraries. But...we cut funding to all of those things and just punish, punish, punish. 2 NRP cops got their tires slashed at Daniel's on Sunday night. I think that people are frustrated that the normal distractions from our ****** world have fallen away. I really have learned as a person who deals with the public in all forms that there are agents of chaos, but those people are very few. Most people just want to live thier lives, have opportunities, and feel safe. I don't know how to fix this world, but I feel sometimes like I should do more. If I was able to free myself from my own pain, maybe I'd have more room in my life to do so. I don't know when I became so disillusioned, you know? But....honestly, reading some of those other responses were so life-giving. Seeing Daniel Heyman at the park yesterday....so life giving. I'm ready to put a fork in the 2019-2020 school year. I hope that we are back in the building by the Fall, but that would be a miracle, probably. I haven't seen my church family in 3 months. And I don't know if I care that much....is that ****** up? Man, this is a really depressing letter. It's more of a diary than a pep talk to myself. Still....I look forward to reading it. I might try to get this one in 3 years. Love, Me