When I was younger...there was a movie --Grease 2. Yeah, I know, it was lame. In the movie was a song--Charades. It wan't sung well, but it resonated with me
--even as a young girl
Later as I grew older...a Disney movie came out. I don't watch those movies (although now that I have a child...). In the movie, Mulan, there was a song called Reflections...again...complete connection.
Sometimes, I am simply hiding. I want to show the real me--because I am always real.
But there are days...when I am still real, but I am hiding.--behind a Charade-afraid to look at my Reflection.
Sometimes I ask: "Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me..."
Working on discovering more about her and sharing her. This is MY journey...and how lucky I am to travel the path...
This is my life. This blog began as a journey into my 40s', but last year, my 40's took a detour when I became a widow in February. Last year, I wrote, "year 5, you scare the shit out of me," and now I know why. In life, there are no accidents...nope. 2017, show me what you got. My 5 year old and I are ready for these new days ahead with the clean, the messy, and the musings of a recovering shitshow addict.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
5/29/2012 week 14 of 40
One thing I realized this week is that I AM managing this new life---the balance is tough, but I am managing. Yet, with that...comes constant questioning. I have been questioning everything lately.. I have really high expectations for the people around me...and sometimes, I simply feel let down. I do, however, get to choose how I react.
Lately...
I cry.
I do.
maybe not acceptable...
but I cry.
I cry when I am happy
when I am overwhelmed
when I am hurt
when I feel love
I cry.
week 14...a lot of crying-but I'm managing.
Lately...
I cry.
I do.
maybe not acceptable...
but I cry.
I cry when I am happy
when I am overwhelmed
when I am hurt
when I feel love
I cry.
week 14...a lot of crying-but I'm managing.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Balancing Beam
I never liked gym class. I know it was because I was afraid.
Afraid to try.
Afraid to fail.
I remember the long ropes hanging from the ceiling of my elementary school gym.
Year after year...they-
TAUNTED ME--like they were laughing at me-
as I hung there by my limp arms-
first grade
second grade--
SIXTH grade
I never made it up those ropes.
I work in the district I grew up in---
I am seen those ropes many times in the past 8 years.
They no longer taunt me...instead
they HAUNT me.
How come I could never do it?
Other girls could.
(hello, inadequacy)
I thought for a while that I might work out really hard so I could climb them
CONQUER them
but ...what the hell would that mean?
how would THAT change my life?
So, now, here I am -- a failure at rope climbing.
and trying to walk the balance beam of my new life...
The ropes, I suspect--would have been easier.
Afraid to try.
Afraid to fail.
I remember the long ropes hanging from the ceiling of my elementary school gym.
Year after year...they-
TAUNTED ME--like they were laughing at me-
as I hung there by my limp arms-
first grade
second grade--
SIXTH grade
I never made it up those ropes.
I work in the district I grew up in---
I am seen those ropes many times in the past 8 years.
They no longer taunt me...instead
they HAUNT me.
How come I could never do it?
Other girls could.
(hello, inadequacy)
I thought for a while that I might work out really hard so I could climb them
CONQUER them
but ...what the hell would that mean?
how would THAT change my life?
So, now, here I am -- a failure at rope climbing.
and trying to walk the balance beam of my new life...
The ropes, I suspect--would have been easier.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
5/20/2012...week 13 of 40
This past week I decided to finally create this blog. I finally felt like I had something to share, and I needed a place to do it. But, the truth is--whether or not it is shared, it is my "something," and isn't that enough? Why must everything "be worthy" of a place for its story? ... This past week I saw a side of me that I like-- the giving side. I made a decision about how I can give back more to my community, and I am proud of it. I also saw a side of me that I don't like. The side where I don't think before I speak--but in this case it was in text which is worse because you get to re-read the stuff you didn't think about before you said it/sent it--grr!!. I made that mistake several times, and yeah, I am working on it. So, this week of 40...I can simply say...2 steps forward and a step backward. But, at least-I am taking steps. I also realized this week my daughter reminds me of me...I see me in her...I joke about it-people tell me about it, but this week, I saw it. --pretty damn amazing.
Packing
Spending time packing-it's like peeling away pieces of your past...today, I looked at my past as an educator.
Today, while packing my classroom, I found pieces of a person I barely remember--one who spent every waking moment
Planning, thinking, creating...STUFF for my class--
As I tossed so many THINGS away, I thought about who I am as an educator --who I have become--a person and a teacher who spends more time
LIVING--and sharing life with her class
My greatest lessons have been the ones that came to me during my morning blow dry--the ones where I walk in the class-and
SCRAP THE PLAN--and embrace the moment
Today, while packing my classroom, I was all alone for a long time-no kids, no teachers, just me (and my ipod). I thought about ALL THE TIME that I planned and planned but forgot to embrace the moment.
I have always believed that it is process over product, process over product...This year, I want to listen more...embrace more. A second chance with this group is a gift. I won't WASTE moments with the STUFF, the PLAN, the THINGS...My plan is simple...listen and embrace.
Today, while packing my classroom, I found pieces of a person I barely remember--one who spent every waking moment
Planning, thinking, creating...STUFF for my class--
As I tossed so many THINGS away, I thought about who I am as an educator --who I have become--a person and a teacher who spends more time
LIVING--and sharing life with her class
My greatest lessons have been the ones that came to me during my morning blow dry--the ones where I walk in the class-and
SCRAP THE PLAN--and embrace the moment
Today, while packing my classroom, I was all alone for a long time-no kids, no teachers, just me (and my ipod). I thought about ALL THE TIME that I planned and planned but forgot to embrace the moment.
I have always believed that it is process over product, process over product...This year, I want to listen more...embrace more. A second chance with this group is a gift. I won't WASTE moments with the STUFF, the PLAN, the THINGS...My plan is simple...listen and embrace.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
leading and following...
I am a leader...some might call me a little bossy, but all in all-I am a leader. Yet, in the coming school year, I will be "following" for the first time in many years. I know this is a necessary shift, but it is a challenge just to think about it.
following....
I am not changing a behavior--this is my personality.
Hmmm.
listen more.
listen more.
That is where I am starting.
following....
I am not changing a behavior--this is my personality.
Hmmm.
listen more.
listen more.
That is where I am starting.
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