Yesterday was a very long day at school. By long, I mean that I started school at 7:30AM and didn't leave until almost 7:30PM. Of all the days that I report to school, those days when we have evening conferences are the absolute worst. Not only are they tiring days in the fact that I have to work for that long in one day, but they are also emotionally draining. Conferencing with parents is something I will probably never feel quite comfortable with...I never quite know what to say or how to say it. I get so wound up about saying just the right thing that when conferences have ended, my muscles feel as sore and as tight as if I just hit the gym after an extended absence.
However, the day following the evening conference day is quite glorious. It is always a little more relaxed since most of the conferencing has taken place during the previous evening, as I suppose most parents are working during the morning conferences the next day. Today was that kind of day. I had about three or four parents to stop by, but other than that foot traffic, I had the rest of the day at work to myself. My next door neighbors at school decided to cook a breakfast feast and invited me over to eat, so everyone in the Vocational Building across the bridge from the main building at school gathered in the classroom next door from my classroom and had a nice breakfast together. The menu was one fit for a king: scrambled eggs, grits with butter, sausage links, bacon, homemade biscuits, and homemade cheese biscuits. And of course, the conversation was lively. Ms. Raynor (the feisty lady who has quite a knack for cooking all the good Southern food) was quick-witted as ever, giving evil eyes and a disapproving words to everyone who salted her food (you don't mess with perfection).
Teachers were dismissed at 12:00 today since we stayed over hours last night, and right now, I am sitting in a quiet living room in front of a warm space heater anticipating a good nap before picking Daniel up from daycare. Today was a good day. Life is beautiful.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Time to start anew...
"Adapt, Improvise, and Overcome."
This quote from the movie Heartbreak Ridge has become my motto this year. January and February have offered me several opportunities to put this theory for success to work. For example, I have adapted my eating and activity to the guidelines set forth through the Weight Watchers program. I have improvised in the kitchen when preparing meals at home to curb having to make daily trips to the grocery store just to see more money fly out of our wallets and bank account. I have overcome many of my doubts and fears by placing my trust and faith in the Lord Jesus Christ knowing that my life will follow the plan that He has chosen for me.
None of this has been easy. The change in my eating and activity habits is something that is just now becoming more of a second-nature to me. There are days that I am tempted to just give in to a tired body and forgo working out. Some days, I have a sweet tooth that just refuses to let up despite my best attempts to convince myself that chocolate/cake/brownies do not represent the most responsible of food choices. I have also wrestled with the temptation of just taking the easy way out when dinner time comes around by buying food that we really don't need in order to get out of using what we have on-hand. And certainly, there have been days when I have questioned God's plan for me, especially quite recently when I lost (without explanation) what I considered to be a close friend.
But despite the hardships and obstacles that change brings, there is also an element of eager anticipation I feel when looking forward to what the future might hold in store for my family and me. With this post, I seek to renew my dedication to this blog in an effort to document life's twists and turns as they unfold. Thanks to my blogging audience for being patient with me during my extended absence from blogging. I am looking forward to sharing with you once again wherever life may take me.
This quote from the movie Heartbreak Ridge has become my motto this year. January and February have offered me several opportunities to put this theory for success to work. For example, I have adapted my eating and activity to the guidelines set forth through the Weight Watchers program. I have improvised in the kitchen when preparing meals at home to curb having to make daily trips to the grocery store just to see more money fly out of our wallets and bank account. I have overcome many of my doubts and fears by placing my trust and faith in the Lord Jesus Christ knowing that my life will follow the plan that He has chosen for me.
None of this has been easy. The change in my eating and activity habits is something that is just now becoming more of a second-nature to me. There are days that I am tempted to just give in to a tired body and forgo working out. Some days, I have a sweet tooth that just refuses to let up despite my best attempts to convince myself that chocolate/cake/brownies do not represent the most responsible of food choices. I have also wrestled with the temptation of just taking the easy way out when dinner time comes around by buying food that we really don't need in order to get out of using what we have on-hand. And certainly, there have been days when I have questioned God's plan for me, especially quite recently when I lost (without explanation) what I considered to be a close friend.
But despite the hardships and obstacles that change brings, there is also an element of eager anticipation I feel when looking forward to what the future might hold in store for my family and me. With this post, I seek to renew my dedication to this blog in an effort to document life's twists and turns as they unfold. Thanks to my blogging audience for being patient with me during my extended absence from blogging. I am looking forward to sharing with you once again wherever life may take me.
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