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I’ve decided to change Mondays from “Metaphysics Mondays” to “Memory Mondays”, since everything I write about is generally already tied to metaphysics in some way. I’ve been wanting an excuse to look back on life — go through travel journals and diaries, watch home movies, look through photo albums, etc, so this is my excuse to do it.
I started a new writing project with one of my Sunday tutoring students, and it was inspired by a homework assignment from one of my metaphysics lessons. We break our lives into 5-year increments, and once we surpass the past and arrive at present time, we begin imagining our future.
This is what I have so far:
- “See? . . . “Ight!” (Light)
- Came out quiet (not crying!), checking out the world.
- Apparent near suicide attempt — squeezed through the sliding glass door to our balcony on the second story and nearly crawled right off the edge before my dad came to my rescue.
- Typwriter for birthday
- Home Daycare
- My parents had a bedroom in the backroom; it was converted to our daycare lunch room
- The living room became the main room with green carpeting and white shelves holding varying Montessori materials
- My first (and hopefully last!) nemesis (daycare child)
- Daycare crush
- Awkward car scene when my parents were complimenting a daycare student on how quiet he was being, and I piped in a loud voice”What about me? I’m quiet, too, right? Aren’t I quiet?” (face palm)
- Red corduroy dress (and pictures where I am oblivious that I am showing my underwear)
- Nap time on green fold out cots
- Flags on my birthday cake!
- Sister is born (in our house!)
- My mom’s first introduce to Shaklee (vitamins during her pregnancy)
- Montessori preschool
- Nutcracker Fairy Dress
- Dancing around the house to the “Nutcracker” on the record player, waving my fair wand like a Sugar Plum Fairy, and running up and down the hallway to the “Russian Dance”
- Telling neverending stories about “Koffa Kouff”
- Started wearing glasses — looked around the room in amazement, as if seeing the world for the first time
- Riding Big Wheels in the street
- Discovered TV and that I had an aunt my age
- Car rides to Ohio to visit Mom’s side of the family for Christmas
- Began T-ball
- pixie hair cuts
- Learned to read with “Pig Can Jig”
- Grandma Karl reading to me.
- Best friend Mandi lived across the street.
To be continued next week with Ages 6-10. . .
I miss spring break. And my week of happiness. I really do. I had thought it didn’t feel different. I thought this week went by quickly. And it did. I was surprised by how quickly this week actually went by. But the stress has been crazy. My face was almost completely clear last week, and this week it is destroyed. Make-up free? Not a chance now. Sunday evening and Monday morning I was overwhelmed with the mounting anticipation of the week, exhibited through stomach-clenching stress and undulating tremors of fear.
As usual I had worked myself up way more than was necessary, but I couldn’t believe what a difference I’d experienced between last week’s in-the-moment week and the never-ending constant stress and fear of this week. Am I exaggerating? Yes. But there was a noticeable difference.
I did have some great moments this week that helped me appreciate teaching. An activity that went well. A bond made with a student. A compliment from another. For a while I questioned why I wanted to leave teaching. And then the weekend hit, and I became obsessed with worry about grading and planning, and that’s when I remembered a big part of why I didn’t want to be a teacher anymore.
I’m scared now. I don’t know what’s going to happen with me. With my life. I thought about music therapy. Now I’m considering dance/movement therapy, and I’m still interested in different types of healing. But my doubts plague me. I know I could be excited about all of this. I should be excited. The last thing I need is to be attracting more fear in my life! But even when I can shut off my own protective, critical voice, I hear concern in the voices of others. Why would I consider leaving a job when I’m not sure of its replacement? Isn’t this a bad economy? Don’t I need money? Education costs money! How will you get by?
Everything will be fine. I know it will. I will not join the panhandlers near the highway (although I’ve imagined discussing it with them). I will not starve. I will find a way. I know that I should appreciate what I have. I also know that I can’t settle for what I have. I have settled for years, trying to reason and work through the unpleasantness until the unhappiness consumed and corrupted every piece of me. I will not fall into that trap again. Nor do I want to leap from the flame to the blade. I will be happy. It’s time to move on. But where? And how?
1. Sometimes it’s ok to quit. Saturday I was doing Zumba on the XBox. The mix had a bunch of difficult songs in them (i.e.. including a lot of belly-dancing moves, a lot of fancy footwork, turning to the sides and around, or worse — all of the above); and I was getting 3-4 stars instead of my more recent 5’s. My energy was low, and I was angry, frustrated, and miserable. So I stopped. I had made it through 6 or 7 songs, which was around 20 minutes. It was not a great workout, but it was good enough for one day, and by stopping I kept myself from never wanting to do Zumba again.
2. Sometimes you have to finish. On the other hand, today I picked Zumba up again and attempted the same routine. My energy was better, and I thought I was following the instructors better — but I was still getting low scores. Was it because I hadn’t eaten yet? Or a problem with the Kinect sensor? It didn’t matter. Because this time I knew I was going to finish. I was going to settle for my 4-star average so that I could check this routine off my list. And hopefully I would improve on those difficult songs a little more for next time they popped up. So, I made my way through it and got a good workout.
3. Everyone needs exercise! Last week I was talking with someone about how I need those laps inside the school building, how I really need the exercise. Then I got the up-and-down once over and the “Youdon’t need exercise!” I know where she was coming from, and I know how I may have come across, but the point I want to make is — I absolutely do need exercise! Everyone does! Why should big people have all the fun?? I think we have this mentality as a society (and I can be included in this) that only people who aren’t skinny need exercise. That’s crazy talk! I have always had a slimmer build, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve always been healthy. I feel great physically these days, but I know it’s because I’m making a point to exercise daily as much as possible. Though my weight very rarely ever fluctuates, when I don’t exercise, I am miserable and lethargic — or miserable and pent-up, just as much as any other person of any other body type. There is no point that any person can arrive to and say: “Ah! Great! Done! No need to exercise anymore.”
So, go on, then! Do your thing! Keep up the great work!