Did you read the snippet I found on the internet yesterday?
I put it in this post:
Does Change Have to Happen All at Once?
How does change look in your world? This is a topic that my husband and I have always differed on.
Actually. I drive him kind of crazy.
I say no, all at once can be good…but not as a rule.
He says yes, all at once is the rule…and is good.
Another difference between us is reflected in my unwillingness to talk about this or to have a debate.
I don’t care. Seriously. I have other fish to fry at the moment. If sweeping change is what floats your boat, then keep on truckin’! Bully for you!
Same token, I’ve done some serious thinking of late and have sobered up to the fact that if I don’t grab these last several “working” years that my body will hopefully give me, I will have missed an awesome boat ride indeed.
When we first moved to Iowa I was certain that I was interested in anything that did not include working in a school. My years as a sub, and various teaching jobs of many sizes and colors never left me disappointed in the magic of children or the power of falling in love with an idea or a letter of the alphabet. (Seriously? You’ve not had a conversation or contemplative moment about the bold roundness of the letter “O”? Odd.)
I arrived to our new city life sorely let down by the adult world though and it’s bitter, whining approach to what we as educators should feel lucky to be doing each day.
Iowa being a writing mecca, I wrote. Day after day, blog post after blog post. I read, fed the dogs, wrote, deleted, read, fed the kids, and reread my way into being ready to step out the front door and actually talk to people.
And then there was the mass shooting at a Colorado movie theater, soon after at a religious temple, and shortly after at Sandy Hook.
I went from afraid, to sad, and continue to feel intensely angry about these events.
During that same time period my family was saying: “You seem bored, how about a job?”
And, “You seem cranky, how about a job?”
Then, “We can’t take it any more – get a job!”
As luck would have it – a ruby of a job I landed indeed. I’ll spare you the details of how I stumbled into the one I had in the Spring, and the one that I have now – but lucky I am indeed. And, now I know that the computer dying as the spring blossomed was a gift as well.
I had no time or way of processing how happy I was to be working with the hard of hearing Kindergartener for whom I was a communication coach. Being unhappy became a most boring and lonely consideration. Written, or even spoken words not needed.
I was trapped, smitten, and humbled by his eyelashes, wit, and ornery moves. And, I’m now eagerly re-enrolled in school to help increase the odds that I can keep on working in a series of best jobs ever.
As my cousin said on the phone the other day, “This is my last job, and I plan to make it the one that is the most fun!”