I struggle to teach in the afternoon. I am spent by then. My energy is depleted. I am a shell of a being. And yet, it requires so much of me. The group is languid. They are used to going there to talk, to emote, to chatter. They are good women. And they’ve had to endure much. But they are not ready to work. No one is taking responsiblity. The onus is on me and the leader. I’m always over prepared. I think about every eventuality. Even so, pushing towards working is like trying to encourage an elephant to pirouette. I need to persevere, but oh, I could do so much better in the morning. So be it.
