Sunday, September 25, 2016

Warrior for hope

Friday I attended a conference for future educators.  One of the classes discussed the concept that teachers need to be Warriors for hope.  A reminder that a teacher can make a positive difference in a students life.  Often we don't get to see the results.  I started thinking about a warrior for hope.  When I think of a warrior I think of someone actively defending something or someone.  A purposeful pursuit of encouraging others sounds like a positive way to teach students and treat people I encounter.  I wonder what the World would be like if each person woke up thinking, "What can I do to do to make someone's day better?"  My counselor gave me the 5/50 project that changed my perspective of making a difference.  He asked me to do one thing every day as a service for someone else.  The service couldn't take longer than 5 minutes or cost more than 50 cents.  I messed up the project thinking it was teaching me that I wasn't doing enough to help others.  My counselor rolled his eyes and explained again.  He was trying to teach me that I already did these little acts of kindness, I needed to be aware that I am already doing many things everyday, a smile to a clerk that checks me out of the grocery store, a kind word to a student struggling with a difficult assignment, waving hi to a neighbor, or any number of little things that let's someone else know that they matter to me.  It also had an interesting side effect of helping me feel connected with people.  The conference pointed out that not all Superheroes wear capes.  I can be a superhero  or warrior for hope and my superstrength can be kindness, encouragement, and showing others appreciation. 




Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Too complicated

I make things too complicated.  Tonight I had an opportunity to spend an evening painting.  4 colors, 1 1/2 hours of time, and instructions. 

I put off painting because in my mind I made it all complicated.  I enjoyed this evening.  I need to do this again.  I'll let Bob Ross be my instructor:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VlucWfTUo1A&list=PLAEQD0ULngi67rwmhrkNjMZKvyCReqDV4

Canoe, Boat, and a Helicopter


I am studying several different webpages.  Each is reminding me of information I already know for survival.  Apparently I am dragging my feet about getting in.  I am working on my motto "All In."  Living and thriving requires being "All In." 



A very religious man was once caught in rising floodwaters. He climbed onto the roof of his house and trusted God to rescue him. A neighbour came by in a canoe and said, “The waters will soon be above your house. Hop in and we’ll paddle to safety.”

“No thanks” replied the religious man. “I’ve prayed to God and I’m sure he will save me”

A short time later the police came by in a boat. “The waters will soon be above your house. Hop in and we’ll take you to safety.”

“No thanks” replied the religious man. “I’ve prayed to God and I’m sure he will save me”

A little time later a rescue services helicopter hovered overhead, let down a rope ladder and said. “The waters will soon be above your house. Climb the ladder and we’ll fly you to safety.”

“No thanks” replied the religious man. “I’ve prayed to God and I’m sure he will save me”

All this time the floodwaters continued to rise, until soon they reached above the roof and the religious man drowned. When he arrived at heaven he demanded an audience with God. Ushered into God’s throne room he said, “Lord, why am I here in heaven? I prayed for you to save me, I trusted you to save me from that flood.”

“Yes you did my child” replied the Lord. “And I sent you a canoe, a boat and a helicopter. But you never got in.”

Source: unknown.

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Awful to awesome

This week I had my yearly cancer checkup.  I haven't had cancer in 15 years but every checkup has a nerve racking quality.  This year was different.  I was talking with the teacher I work with about calendar events.  She asked me when my birthday was,  I quickly said Dec 14.  Then I continued on the information about my doctor appointment on September 14.  Yup.  They had a birthday party for me at school on the day of my doctor appointment.  It was a mistake.  Wow.  I felt cherished and wanted.  It was an awesome feeling.  I still have the Happy Birthday balloons up in my dining room.  I look at them and feel happy all over again.  It was a serendipitous error that turned my awful day into an awesome day.  I offered to give back the presents but they told me to keep them.  The notes in the card lifted my spirit at a time I feel very low.  I am thankful for the teacher and students I work with.  It was an awesome day I will remember with happiness in my heart. 


Monday, September 5, 2016

Encouraged

Today I spent the day quiet pursuit of several activities at home I've neglected.  I also played, crocheted and did some sewing.  I am preparing to relax because tomorrow I have to face my boss and explain how I mixed up when I have my dental appointment and the appointment is tomorrow.  I am supposed to give a weeks notice.  I am frustrated with myself for not checking the calendar sooner since I knew it was coming up.  As the meme goes, "My forgetery is better than my memory."  I wrote it down but that doesn't help if I don't look at the calendar.  I am encouraged that I relaxed most of today knowing that I messed up.  Years past I would have had a panic attack and a miserable weekend worrying about making a mistake.  I am learning that I am allowed to make mistakes.  I am learning I can handle consequences.  I don't like them but I can handle them.  It was a pleasant day today.  I am glad I had the day off.  I needed it. 


Sunday, September 4, 2016

Shocking response

I haven't felt well for awhile.  Today I wanted to attend church and help with the youth group we supervise.  When I arrived for the ladies meeting they were sitting in circles.  I was late so wasn't aware of why.  Looking around I realized we were set up in age/experience groups.  We were to discuss what is the best/worse of each stage of life and how we can help each other.  Ok.  I can handle this.  I was participating and keeping my comments short.  I heard the ladies state several assumptions of what life is like for them.  I didn't offer my perspective.  Then we were asked what we could do to help each other.  Hot button for me.  Severe mental health problems are not a welcome subject.  I struggle with feeling judged and found wanting.  I didn't realize how upset I was until I picked up my sister to come to our house for dinner.  I erupted.  The woman that proclaimed that we shouldn't judge others was the same person that judged me and my family and used us as an example of a failing family.  Away from the women's group I let some of the bitterness flow out.  I experienced on more than one occasion a total lack of compassion or understanding of what I live every day.  I don't get days off for good behavior.  I try to cope with limited energy.  I try to engage when I feel able but I often get the message, "I am not enough."  So I pull back, withdraw, I can't expect them to understand my struggles with PTSD.  I can't allow their views to put me down.  Another woman said the same thing about not judging others and I agreed easily.  Same message from a different person had me seething with rage of the injustice of her piously spouting the opposite of what she has done.  Reminder to self.....church is a hospital for spiritually ill humans not a resort for the already saved.  Deep breath.  My belief in Christ has nothing to do with church members.  My attendance at church is about my relationship with God.  These are His children and we hurt each other, sometimes by accident, sometimes on purpose.  I am thankful for my sister letting me vent without feeling judged.  Thanks Judy.