a mismatch

Loved teaching my knitting class today. 

Loved attending Day 5 (of 8) of the improvisation workshop tonight.

Did not feel the same love teaching my own class directly afterwards.



I don't have much more to say about it than that. Tonight, at least.  I'm exhausted.
But I've been examining more closely than ever lately what is working for me v. what is not working for me, and it's getting really hard to ignore signs when they are so squarely in my face.