Notes from the Desk – Blurred

It is a drain on the emotions to say goodbye. When the school year can sometimes feel like time in the trenches and the work that is needed to keep things ticking over is a constant battle against time and adversity. Sometimes things just move too quickly to realise how special the moments are; when the weeks speed ahead we miss the instances; we forget the important seconds where a kind word is spoken or a tiny glance of admiration or pride are wiped away in the rush to move to the next thing. 

Maybe it is good there are other things to do; that there are greater heights to reach and more pressing ambitions to fulfil. Maybe. But then when do we stop to notice what is? Is it possible to look into the present and not see everything in the past tense, fading into the blurred mist of dreams? 

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