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Let me paint the picture. It’s 6:15am. My alarm rings. It’s dark, it’s quiet, all the kids are still asleep.
I sneak out, pull on a warm pullover, and switch on the little Christmas lights we put up in the kitchen.
I’m standing by the high table, just by the window. Outside, it’s foggy and grey. I make the sandwiches for the kids, one after the other, and when I’m done, I start the coffee machine. While it heats up, I grab my phone to turn on the radio.
And even though I try to stay mindful and avoid diving straight into messages…, well, before the radio app even opens, I tap on my emails.
And there it is.A message from one of my students.
I open it.
And...cue the tears.
The best kind.
The kind I tell my kids about. Happy tears.
Listen in to hear what happened.
More resources for your voice leadership journey:
https://reginalarko.com/start/
By Regina LarkoLet me paint the picture. It’s 6:15am. My alarm rings. It’s dark, it’s quiet, all the kids are still asleep.
I sneak out, pull on a warm pullover, and switch on the little Christmas lights we put up in the kitchen.
I’m standing by the high table, just by the window. Outside, it’s foggy and grey. I make the sandwiches for the kids, one after the other, and when I’m done, I start the coffee machine. While it heats up, I grab my phone to turn on the radio.
And even though I try to stay mindful and avoid diving straight into messages…, well, before the radio app even opens, I tap on my emails.
And there it is.A message from one of my students.
I open it.
And...cue the tears.
The best kind.
The kind I tell my kids about. Happy tears.
Listen in to hear what happened.
More resources for your voice leadership journey:
https://reginalarko.com/start/