In a strange way, this is the most difficult part of the school year. The moments just following its ending.
They are moments of decompression.
This is the time when you have to let go.
Let go of all that you didn't do. All that you couldn't do. Everyone you didn't reach. Everyone you couldn't reach. All of the second guessing, the "did I do enough" -ing. All of the days where, if you had just done one little thing differently, it might have changed everything.
To let go of all of the frustration and the stress that seems to have taken up permanent residence inside you.
And it's so hard.
Because you wanted to do everything. You wanted to reach everyone. You wanted to do more than enough. And you wanted to do it all right.
But that is, of course, impossible.
So you just have to know that you did the best you could. To know that it was more than enough for some, and would never have been enough for others. To know that it was all worth it.
And that next year, you get another chance to do it all again.
But for now...