We spend our days creating safe, welcoming spaces for children. Then we get in the car and listen to a twelve-part investigation about a suspicious disappearance. The tonal shift is impressive.
Maybe true crime gives busy minds somewhere completely unrelated to go. Maybe educators are natural puzzle-solvers. Or maybe we simply enjoy saying, ‘I knew it was the neighbor,’ with the confidence of people who have managed indoor recess.
Joy does not mean being cheerful every second or pretending the work is light. Sometimes joy is having an off-ramp, a shared obsession, and a colleague who understands why you need to discuss episode seven before the staff meeting begins.
