I changed jobs in 2021, ostensibly to free up mental space, if not hours, for reading and reviewing. Did I? Eh. Teaching independent study meant 150 fewer students and my very own cubicle. And I have certainly been released from many of the bullshitty anxieties of classroom teaching. But I didn’t account for being new, especially to a job where nothing is intuitive. I didn’t account for bringing my perfectionism with me. I didn’t gain much mental space yet.

And I‘ve been told, firmly, to calm down…

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