Not every year we are grateful for new beginings. We see the new year as a time for the continuation of bills, more money for back to school supplies, stress over filing taxes and the cold weather we recieve finally here in Texas. However, my grateful attitude towards the end of last year followed by my enthusiasum to continue working towards my goals has given me many blessings.
I have begun a new job working with children others have deemed bad or angry and finding new ways to work with them to achieve a heightened sense of self awareness and coping skills to handle those times we all get frustrated. I have a great many goals and wishes I want to come true this year and will continue working on them.
People ask me how I do this. How do I have the energy to keep moving every single day? This is just how I wake up. This is who I want to be and this is who I am always pushing to be. People wanted my enthusiasum in their classrooms when I was a sub. They wanted and needed someone with the ability to keep up with the younger kids, and someone young enough to bond with the older kids. I never came to school with a frown, I never showed my frustration with my students, unless it was absolutely warranted. And even then it was not a yelling match as I have seen other faculty members engage in with their students.
Try starting everyday with a smile and good attitude and keep people around you who will keep your mind in a positive attitude. I have a wonderful boyfriend who reminds me to be grateful for things I recieve and supports me in decisions I make. He is always there and wants to talk when I am upset even if I dont want to. I know he is there for me and I wouldnt trade him or my kids for anything. They keep me happy, which helps me to achieve my dreams.
Try it 🙂
The things we do each day, the way we fill our time, the steps we take to accomplish a task, all of these are repeated on a daily basis. It is once said that routine makes us happy. However, they fail to tell us that we must have the right routine or the happiness will fade. If my routine was to buy drugs every week and crack out while my kids played around the house, never cleaned, and yelled at them for things beyond their control, I don’t think any happiness could survive in that way. So, we change.
My routine normally involves a few choice addictions such as my coffee and Facebook in the morning. However, I start noticing times where I seem to be always distracted with my phone and other objects and not distracted enough by my kids. I feel like a horrible mother after realizing we did nothing productive and I may have even ignored my children. So, we change.
How many times have you told yourself you are going to change and then never remember to do so later? I’m going to be calmer. I am going to be patient. I’m going to be better at yoga. Whatever it is, we only stick with it for 3-5 days before it is back to our same way. So, we change.
Using our phones as alarms to remind us of the things we need to do or remember each way is a fantastic idea. You can use your premade alarms and add descriptions to them telling your self to be calmer and more patient. Set alarms telling yourself to put the phone down and enjoy your children. Set screen time limits for yourself as well as your children. Set reminders to make them play outside.
Whatever you need you can do by allowing yourself to use resources to make changes and continuity with your life easier. Maybe routine does make us happy, we wont know until we actually have routines. So, we change.
Lots of people are outside right now grilling and partying with family, I am not excluded in this. However, I do believe we have lost sight of the significance this day. It is not a day to honor hero’s, it is not a day to thank of men and women for their service. It is a day of remembrance. It is a day to reflect on those who have passed and the reasons they did so. For many people this can be a hard time. The sweet elder next door whos husband passed away during a senseless war. She sits alone every day because he is no longer here. She watches as over time everything her husband was fighting for is taken for granted. The beautiful couple next door with their picturesque life. They are grieving the loss of parents who died in a war with showers of promises to return home from their superiors. The single mother next door whos baby has never gotten to feel his fathers touch because he was lost in a war and considered MIA. Never knowing whether he is dead or alive. These people are the ones we should be celebrating. Bringing a day of joy to their lives and smiles on their faces is the only thing we can do to numb the pain of loss. Even if for only a moment. Have your parties and drinks and good food, just don’t forget to invite those others who truly need a day out. Please remember to love your neighbor and your life!
Bowling for soup played last night and it was the first time I saw a performance I actually wanted to see. Sure I have been to a few shows, but they were things I went to mostly to appease friends and such, not really something I wanted. I have much more fun when I am doing things I enjoy and that is what my blog is about. Finding the things in life that you love because no one else is going to do it for you. You need to make YOURSELF happy before you can be happy with other people. Right now I am dating my sons father, and yes he can make me happy, but I am not relying on that to get me through the day. We are still in the very early stages, so there is a lot of separation where we do our own thing. People asked me last night why I didn’t invite him, and honestly, because I was going with my friends, not his friends, not our family, Just me and my friends. It is ok to have separate adventures from the people you are with.
I love doing things, whether spontaneous or planned as long as it feels good and right then I am going to do it if I have the means. Last nights concert was free!!! How much better can you get?? Free concert with one of my favorite bands from high school, still rocking it on stage. It was a very blessed night and frustrating as my baby kept wanting to run away from the stage area, and the other kids we were with kept spilling on the drinks , and not on us, but other people :(.
Sorry to those people whom my baby and friend spilled drinks on.
To better put it, I was happy. I did not need a giant group of people, I did not need a man, I did not even need all of my kids. Find the things away from your family that make you happy and do it!. Don’t sit here reading this blog, get up and get out. Face life and live how you want. LOVE YOUR LIFE.
Just a rant about teaching spirituality rather than religion.
Sharing spirituality is different than preaching religion. In a way, I want to give my kids the tools they need to guide themselves down their own path to discover who they are and what they believe. I’ve seen many post discussing the ways in which we are obligated to teach our children exactly what we believe because if we believe it then me must know without a doubt that it is the one true way and so we could not tolerate our children becoming beholden to other or “false” beliefs.
This just isn’t the way for me, because my own spiritual direction is not defined by normal parameters. I use the term “pagan” in company with other people but it is soo much more than that. I believe that we are each part of this vast world and we are connected by threads that attach to each event, word, and relation that steers our lives. I see connections as they are being made, not after. In my belief we are all practicing one religion that got screwed around the more people tried to spread it. (You know that game telephone, a rumor goes around the room and by the time it gets back to the person it is a completely different and usually funny or more rude version of the one that was given).
I want my children to follow their hearts not what I have drilled into their brains. Teach morals like compassion and respect, love and empathy. Show your children that being kind to the earth is the best way to protect it. Show them how we can love each other even with our differences. Throw a block party every other week or so, not just for big holidays. Have dinners with your surrounding neighbors to encourage community and conversation.
Any activities using my spirituality as a basis becomes just a lesson in creativity and imagination for my children. My son has learned about recycling and repurposing to reduce trash, but he really thinks about ways in which he can make the item better. He understands emotions from cool fire rituals we do together. And he understands his own body better due to meditations and some yoga. All of these are only tools to help him understand his self and the world around him without forcing beliefs on him.
My gods and goddess come mostly from the inner self but I do use Egyptian pantheons from time to time to give names to some emotions or wants. And hopefully soon I can help my son reach inside himself to talk to his god. Who knows if he will start feeling comfortable in a church or a mosque, as long as he feels comfortable expressing himself and sharing love with his family and neighbors, then I will know that I have done a good job.
Prompt – Epitome
“Shut your mouth!” ….. “Why are you arguing with an adult?”
When I turned around, I knew she was the epitome of what was wrong with children and their teachers in these newer generations. This woman, who choose to serve her community by teaching children, was standing there screaming at him, while he had barely made an audible whisper.
Ok, I get it he was jumping in the hall, could have hurt someone including himself, but why are we screaming? We know nothing else to get the attention of thirteen year olds so we resort to the loudest machine possible on our bodies. There was no polite redirection first, no calling the student by name and showing them that you respect them enough to learn their name so he should respect you enough to at least turn around and listen. Just irate babbling from a supposed adult who was twenty five years older, at the very least, from this child. I was shocked and mortified. If we can not show calmness and strength how are we supposed to teach it to these children, and why are their parents not teaching it to them first. Schools care so much about testing and separating scores based on race rather than intelligence, that everyone overlooks the students and groups them only in categories, of going to pass and never going to pass students.
We need to re organize the way we approach students and our children so we can finally come together and have the ability to teach students rather than corralling them and just waiting for the bell to ring at 4.
You make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me smile and sometimes I sigh. I never knew what life was like until I didn’t have you by my side. My Words are broken and sentences slurred, my goals were shattered and life a blur. I fought through the storm and out I came, to be one with you in love and name.
Steady, steady, flowing,
The water flowing over me,
Calming me. …
Waiting, waiting for the time,
The time to come and go,
Picking, picking, pick me up
Up, up, and away.
Never floating far away.
Rolling, tumbling, through the wade
wading closer to you
And now I think I found the truth
The truth was always you
We broke up right before my son was born. Ok I say we, but it was me who broke up with him. Horrible communication led us to desert each other when we needed each other the most. I can’t name just one thing that made me make the decision I did about the future, but I do know that it cost me almost six years of a life with a family. But maybe it was a cost worth paying. The time we were separated made both of us grow as people. people who weren’t dependent on another person for happiness, people who wanted to become the best us possible before we became an us.
We have known each other since we were eleven and twelve. We stayed friends through high school. Like most people after high school you tend to lose track of people and this was especially true since he was two grades ahead of me. He did date ne of my friends for a long time and that helped me keep tabs on him till I too was out of high school. It took another two years, which seemed like five to me, before we saw each other again. We started hangin out and doing things together, then after a while it was getting intimate. too fast and too soon my son was born. By that time we had drifited apart again. Me tryin to grow up and him not quite realizing what grown up was. We were 21 and 22. I was scared and did not know if that was the right path for me, scared of being a family, scared of everything.
For a long time afterward I was mad and filled with anger. Why did he not fight for me and his son, why would he let me walk away? Then when we finially did do some growing I began to wonder if there would ever be a right time for us.
Now might be that time. We have started dating again and we are both optimistic about the future. Taking it slow, learning new things about each other and discovering ways in which we have grown. I am hoping for an exciting time getting to work things out with one of my best friends who has been there for me even through court battles and drama to let me vent in anger. The one who has been there to do mosre for his son than I imagined and more than my daughters father ever thoight about doing for her (during the six years we were seperated I had another baby, whose father also left me when I was pregnant). He is willingly to look past the fact there are mpre kids here than he has biologically and that is great. He makes me proud lately with the way he handles himself and situations and its rather shown me that people are constantly changing. And lots of times it is for the better.
To new beginnings!