Sunday February 11

• The sun was glaring again today, a bright blinding spot in a monochrome grey sky.
• My students are always their most upset and discouraged when they are doing their best work.
• The spiral of light breaking into the grey sky

• The photographer's clothing, fading into the wall behind her, so she seems afoating hand, camera and eye

• Just as I'm feeling sorry for myself, like I have a hard time, I hear someone else's story, that pushes me back in place, and humbles me with the conviction that I have it easy, and that this is something I could not survive. There is a little bit of self-contempt in the mix, for weakness and self-dramatization. But why does a sense of overwhelming empathy for someone else lead to self attack?