I said I would write this summer and I haven’t. Summer isn’t over yet, but it is quickly winding down. I can’t believe how fast it has flown by. Time seems to be doing that lately. I know that as we get older, time seems to move faster. I will be celebrating my 50th birthday in just 5 short days. That baffles me. How can I be 50? I don’t feel 50 most days. I’m not even sure what 50 is supposed to feel like. I am, however, faced with the stark reality that my life is most certainly over halfway over. And I can’t believe that. I know we aren’t promised any certain amount of time and that life goes on long after we are no longer part of the living, but I look at my parents, children, and grandchildren and can’t even fathom not being with them. I look back at my relationship with my grandmother. She died back in 2008, and I couldn’t imagine life without her. Life has gone on though, and I have many great memories. They are so vivid and real that sometimes I feel like she would be at her house if only I would stop by for a visit. I still miss her terribly, but I remind myself that if she were still alive today, she would be well over 100 which isn’t normal. I see my parents aging, and I know that despite their pretty good health, they won’t be alive forever. My dad recently said something about the very real possibility of not seeing one of his great grands grow to adulthood which makes sense but caused all kinds of feels in me. So we all get older. I hope to do it gracefully and with purpose. I want to work on improving my health and strength so I can live well for however many days I have left. That is my goal for the next year. Hold me accountable!
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It’s summer, and I think I will have time to write. I think I want to write. It’s hard to tell, honestly. I’m not as good as I used to be at putting my thoughts into words. But, I read something this morning that I can relate to, and it made me think.
It’s ironic that somehow busyness has become a status symbol of self importance. What it really does is dramatically lower consciousness due to high amounts of external stimuli the brain has to process. Even the most conscious aware are perceiving only a tiny amount of incoming data at any given time. When we slow down it allows greater conscious awareness in order to better process data and allow for choice. High stimulus creates high stress due to over stimulation of the central nervous system. That signals the brain to operate on autopilot where it requires no consciousness. What this means is that all thinking, feeling and doing is reactionary. It’s repeating all your habits unknowingly, which unconsciously recreates the same shit different day type of reality. It also feeds numbing, aka wine, weed, food, digital media, tv, etc. to take down the noise and calm the system by a taking the edge off. It’s a vicious cycle that self perpetuates creating neuro chemical dependence on the numbing agent(s) which ironically creates more anxiety and stress. Despite the illogic, studies show that doing less creates much greater creativity and productivity, clearer thinking, increased intuition and wellbeing. Most truths are illogical to the monkey mind. ❤️G
It was posted on facebook by a person named Genele Edey. Here is the link to her facebook page where you can find this post.
It made me think. Candied Jansen has recently said that I am not a person that goes deep or shares my feelings anymore. That when we first started dating, I was much better at being in the moment than I am now. I agree with her. I’ve gotten comfortable with the mundane. I think it’s because I’m on autopilot. I don’t slow down when I am at work and when I come home, I stay busy doing stuff around the house. All of that causes missed connections with my wife. I hate that!
Candied Jansen had plans for things she wanted us to do over spring break and mentioned them several times over the weeks leading up to the break, but when spring break arrived, we didn’t do anything. During that week, I never initiated doing them and neither did she. I honestly don’t remember what we did. I think we just sat around and did nothing! A couple of weeks later, I felt bad that the work didn’t get done so I went in the backyard several evenings in a row and weeded the flowerbeds which was a big item on the list. My goal was to do something on the list, but I did it alone. Her goal for the week had been for us to work together on things. I misunderstood that, and we missed connecting and working together. I hate that!
Now that it is summer, I want to do something about it. I want to connect. Stuff will still need to be done around the house, but I want us to do things together. I get it now. I need to share myself with my wife. I need to go deep. I want to!
I am a teacher. Every year, I spend money getting my classroom ready for the kids. Then I spend more money as the year progresses on supplies for projects and activities to enrich their learning. Every year, I say I am going to limit myself to $500 total, but I always end up going over that amount! Last year I moved districts which ended up being more expensive than the previous years. The school I moved to had amazing classrooms and teachers and they had all decorated their rooms! I had never really decorated my room much. My previous district had cinderblock walls that we couldn’t really get anything to stick on so we decorated our doors and the one bulletin board we had in our rooms. These new rooms had walls that you could staple directly on! Every surface was usable! I knew that moving to a bigger district would mean that I would have more provided, but they didn’t provide decor! I purchased things that gave me a head start on cute and figured I’d get a little each year to add to it. Then I moved schools again. This time I helped open a brand new school and with that came even more expenses. I decided I had plenty of cute for the time being and worked on getting things that helped make the classroom more functional. Book boxes for the kids to have during independent reading, more tubs so the supplies could be organized, command hooks, packing tape, and so much more!
Not long after the school year started, another teacher told me about DonorsChoose, a nonprofit website that helps public school teachers get funding for materials and experiences that will help their students learn. I submitted a project for books for my library on the levels that my kids needed and within 2 weeks got funding through donations from people who wanted to help! It was amazing! Since then, I have submitted and been awarded grants for nonfiction literature for my library and stem building materials as well. It is so exciting to be able to give the kids access to more than I could actually afford to purchase myself!
This brings me to my latest DonorsChoose project. I am currently working to get Flexible Seating options for my kids for next year. I’ve watched two other teachers on my team have flexible seating options for their kids, and I’ve loved how engaged the kids are after being able to choose where to sit to do their work. It’s amazing to me when I think about how I almost always go sit on my bed to work on my computer or read. I want the most comfortable place for me. I want to give the kids the option to sit where they are most comfortable and hopefully that will keep then engaged longer! There is a catch though! The project has a July deadline, but if I can get it funded by April 20th, I can receive the materials this year. Otherwise I have to wait until after August 22nd to receive the materials. School starts on August 15th. I would absolutely love to have my classroom set up with the flexible seating options before the kids arrive.
Can you help? Do you know of anyone who would like to give to help public schools? Feel free to link them to this blog post or to my DonorsChoose project post. (I also have a project on DonorsChoose for iPads, but I would like to fund the flexible seating project as quickly as possible!)
Here’s the link to my project!
Thanks for your help!
So Bossy decided to relaunch her blog that had been stagnant for 3 years or so and challenged others to do the same. I’ve actually posted over 50 times in the last 3 years, but because blogging itself had become somewhat stagnant, I didn’t get many readers. I honestly didn’t care that much since I was busy falling in love and living life, but now that others have decided to jump on this bandwagon, I’m gonna give it a go as well.
I thought I would start with a few things that have happened in the last 3 years that I haven’t blogged about!
Two of my four kids got married!
WE got married! Here we are pictured with our “minister” in the Texans t-shirt! (I actually did blog about this but wanted to say it again!)
My three youngest children graduated from high school! I do not feel like searching for graduation pictures…you know what cap and gowns look like!
WE have a granddaughter! (I don’t mind adding her picture at all!)
I know this isn’t much of a blogging comeback start, but the NyQuil I took to try to help get rid of this dadgum cold I have is starting to make my screen look fuzzy!
I guess I’m back!
The last 11 days have been something. I am having trouble finding a good word to describe them. Bad, heartbreaking, scary, weird, different, emotional…no one word works. They were just something. Watching the water rise up out of our pool and flow onto the back patio and then around the house was a relief. Watching street after street on the news fill up and flood houses, cars, and businesses was almost surreal. I could see the unending rain, but the water here just flowed away. Away down to those places that were filling up. And I didn’t know what to think or feel. I’m good at not thinking or feeling anything so I think I tried to do that. Be numb to it all.
The tornado warnings and flood warnings were coming every 15 minutes those first few days. So much that we didn’t move off the couch after the first few. We just hoped that we would hear the train like sound they say comes with a tornado, and we relied on Candied Jansen who said it didn’t smell like a tornado yet. And we complained that the TV was giving us repeated flood warnings when so much was already under water. It felt like a slap in the face.
Schools closed and offices told their people to stay home so we did. The first Friday off of school seemed like a vacation. I got caught up on some school stuff and felt like I’d had a nice day long reprieve from normal. And then it turned into more days and it didn’t seem like a reprieve anymore. Where was normal?
But then shelters started opening for people who needed to leave their flooded lives, and it sounded like a good idea to go and volunteer. But the shelters close to home quickly filled with volunteers and weren’t taking anyone else. The powers that be on the TV said stay at home and don’t get out into it unless you have to. So we sat at home and watched and waited and felt and I tried to numb it all.
My daughter who is struggling with life right now was staying with a friend, and I worried she would do something stupid and go out in the flood looking for fun. She seems to only be concerned with having fun lately. So I worried, but I didn’t want her with me because I am not her type of fun and that would have caused more stress and different feelings. So I checked in with her but that was all.
My wasband and his wife were already weathering a different type of storm when the rain and winds and floods of Harvey left them with two and a half feet of water in their house. They couldn’t do much about it because her health was very precarious and she was in the hospital fighting a serious infection. Their friends rallied around them to help with their house. He messaged that some keepsakes from when the kids were little were beyond salvageable, and my response was for him to not tell me what was lost so I didn’t have to grieve it.
Day after day and night after night, we saw and heard of the destruction on the news. Every station showed us what was happening. They didn’t even have to replay the stories. Every day and hour and minute was filled with tornados, street flooding, mandatory evacuations, cars, lives, people…all experiencing it in that moment. I got tired of seeing it and not being able to process it so we changed to channel to movies and recorded shows.
Sleep was fitful at best. It was scary to stay asleep for very long at first. We might be need to evacuate. We might need to hunker down. We might need to prepare for the worst. Then when exhaustion finally hit, the sleep that came wasn’t restful. Dreams/nightmares of things not remembered made for tossing and turning and dark circles in the daylight.
When we were finally cleared to leave, Candied Jansen and I went to help some friends who had several feet of water in their house. I don’t know how much actual help we were, because there was so much to do. We carried boxes and cleaned out a closet, but in the grand scheme of things, it was such a tiny portion of their loss. I felt overwhelmed at the enormity of all they had to do.
At first Candied Jansen and I weathered the storm fairly well. But then we didn’t. Tempers were shorter and all of my bottled up feelings came out as arguing and frustration and hurt. Dealing with my fun daughter caused more arguing and frustration and hurt. Candied Jansen is a feeler. She is quite intuitive but because I wasn’t allowing myself to actually feel any of my feelings all she got from me was the arguing, frustration, and hurt.
Yesterday, we watched Collateral Beauty together and I sobbed. All of the feelings that I had bottled up came out and spilled over again and again and again. We watched Selena and I sobbed some more. Words didn’t come…just feelings and tears. So many tears.
Today was the first day back at school for teachers. The school psychologist shared with us about how we can help the kids deal with the trauma that we as a community have faced over the last 11 days and counting. He did so by dealing with us in the same way. Tears silently rolled down my face as person after person shared how they felt during the floods. Of the 25 or so who shared, only two were actually displaced because their house flooded. The survivor’s guilt and the helpless/hopeless feelings everyone described helped me to understand that this was a traumatic event even for me. As I sat in my dry house with electricity and a fully stocked pantry and refrigerator, I experienced trauma, and I hadn’t handled it well.
These are the first words I’ve shared about all that I’ve felt. It’s the first time I’ve really been able to put words to it. I know there will be more feelings to process and the idea of that exhausts me. I already feel depleted of strength. Harvey hit at a time when I was already emotional over my fun daughter’s life choices. I was in a weak and vulnerable place. But I know I can’t bottle it up. It wasn’t pretty and caused some damage to my relationship with Candied Jansen.
Candied Jansen and I still aren’t doing well. The hurt is still there. It is one of my biggest fears and regrets. She is one of the best things to ever happen to me. She is fun and crazy, loving and sweet, and is the best at giving of herself. She makes me want to do better and have more fun and get to know people. She makes me think beyond myself and my situations. I love her more than I have words to express.
Lately I’ve been thinking about my sins. Or rather what protestant Christianity would call my sins. I’ve been thinking about the verses in the bible that talk about how children are punished for their parents’ sins.
Numbers 14:17-18 says this…
17 “Now may the Lord’s strength be displayed, just as you have declared: 18 ‘The Lord is slow to anger, abounding in love and forgiving sin and rebellion. Yet he does not leave the guilty unpunished; he punishes the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation.’
For the past year or more, my youngest daughter has been smoking marijuana. I know that to some, marijuana isn’t a big deal. Honestly, I never thought much about it before. It was always wrong to do drugs in my mind, but with the more lenient laws concerning marijuana in some places, I just didn’t think it was a big deal. Until it was. At first, I had no idea she was smoking it. She joked about it, but I just never believed she was serious. And then it was serious. She was missing school and blowing off tests. She didn’t get to graduate with the rest of her class because of it. She had to go to summer school just to finish her senior year. She had a bad case of senioritis, but I feel as though the pot smoking made it worse. She expressed an interest in trying other drugs because she wasn’t getting the high she wanted from the pot anymore. It was definitely a gateway drug for her. I drug tested her, set up some boundaries, and she promptly broke all the rules. After much back and forth, I finally told her she couldn’t live in my house and smoke pot. She didn’t have a job or any money. Her car belongs to me and I pay for her phone. I wasn’t going to support the life of a pothead when that’s all she was being. Then she added xanax to the pot. And it was worse. I could tell when she was on it. She stumbled around and could barely stay awake. She wanted to sell her TV that she wasn’t using to buy stuff she would use, AKA cigarettes and weed. I refused to let her even though it was 100% her TV and not purchased by me.
There’s more to her story, and maybe, hopefully, things will start turning around in the near future, but all of this had me thinking about my life choices. Was God punishing her because of my choices? I know I was immersed in Christianity for 40 years. I know that the helpless and hopeless way I feel concerning my daughter causes me to try to figure out why she’s making the choices she’s making. I know I wasn’t the best parent, but the other kids aren’t making those same choices. They don’t all have their lives together perfectly, but they aren’t living recklessly. And the guilt I feel because of those damn bible verses frustrates me.
I remember when I was in high school and hearing about my Uncle who was unfaithful to my Aunt. There was all kinds of talk about how we needed to pray for them and then finally there was a divorce and he married the other woman. They are still married today. But when his kids starting having issues, I remember thinking it was his fault. He had three children and they all had different things going on in their lives. I remember feeling so bad because the kids didn’t ask for their dad’s problems to be their problems. One of my cousins died of health related problems (Crohn’s Disease, I think) 5 years ago, but I wondered if there had been drug abuse or anything like that as well. I don’t know. He’d had a hard life up until his death. In my head, I think I blamed my Uncle for all his transgressions years ago. Yesterday, I got word that another cousin died. She was 50 and had been married and divorced 3 times. She’d had a hard life and from what I’d heard over the years, blamed everyone else for her problems. I haven’t heard how she died…they think from an accidental overdose of depression medicine. I talked to this cousin back in December at my grandmother’s funeral. She asked me if I was seeing someone. I wasn’t sure how much she knew, so I started to talk and she interrupted and said they all knew that I was a lesbian now. She was happy that I was happy. She told me that she was an atheist, but that her mom didn’t like her to talk like that. We didn’t talk long, but I was glad to get the chance to visit with her. So now this Uncle and Aunt have lost two children and a grandchild drowned over 20 years ago in the midst of the cheating and divorce stuff. And I feel so sorry for their family. And in my heart, I know I can’t blame the Uncle, but the weight of my past wants to drag me to that place.
And I have to stop asking myself if my daughter’s issues are my fault. She is making her own choices. She knows right from wrong.
Me loving a woman and choosing to pursue that isn’t wrong. I’m not hurting my children with that decision. I have had to remind myself of that lately.
And speaking of that woman. She is supportive of me and my kids and goes out of her way to help make their lives easier. I am broken and messy, and she loves me in spite of myself. I love and appreciate her so much. I don’t show her how much she means to me nearly enough. And she still loves me. Sigh.
I hate trilogies. Pretty strong words. But true.
I LOVE reading a good book. There’s nothing like getting so invested in a story that you can’t put it down. I don’t read as much as I used to, but when I do pick up a good book, reading is all you’ll find me doing in my spare time. I’m often wishing that the story would continue after book one. Many times it does. Book two is almost as exciting as the first, but the thing that book two does that ends up frustrated me is it doesn’t end. Book one usually has an ending that can be the end. Even if the story can be carried into another book, book one can often stand alone. Book two never can. That makes me have to read book three and by then I am usually tired of the characters and wishing the story would just be over already.
Hunger Games…book one could have been the end of the story. I’m glad it wasn’t, but Catching Fire had to have a sequel. I loved the first two books and waded my way through book three. I ended up loving all the movies.
Divergent…loved book one. Insurgent was ok, but then I started Allegiant but never finished it. I skimmed read the last half right before the movie came out just so I would have some idea what to expect.
The first trilogy I remember reading was The Mark of the Lion trilogy by Francine Rivers. I absolutely loved Book 1, A Voice in the Wind. The main character, Hadassah, taught me a lot about faith. Book Two, As Sure as the Dawn, didn’t delve into Hadassah’s story at all, but focused on other characters. Book 3 tied the two together again, but it was my least favorite of the stories.
Trilogies should not be confused with series. In a series, it seems as if each book stands alone, even though they might reference parts from other stories. As a kid I loved The Wizard of Oz books. There were 14 of them, and each was amazing. Same goes for The Chronicles of Narnia. Each book was good, but I didn’t feel the need to rush out and read the next one immediately because each story ended well.
I say all this to say that a month or so ago I began book three of a trilogy whose name I don’t remember. It was obviously going to be a trilogy from book one because book one didn’t end. I knew what I was getting myself into when I started book two. Sigh.