Life is Good...kinda been my motto as of late. I was in a pretty dark place, overall, last year, and I don't know that I even really knew it. Still, in returning to work this year, and to routine...back to my "normal life" as it is, not the teacher's fantasy world of lazy summer days and wonderous summer travel, I am finding that I am still happy. This summer, my improved state of mind was something I didn't really trust. I thought it was merely due to the beauty that is summer vacation, with its sunshine and long days, lacking completely in structure and responsibility, yet replete with possibility. I thought I was merely happy due to summer freedom, feeding my addictions and placating my wanderlust. But now, days are getting shorter, light is at a premium, and we are most certainly on the parental hamster wheel of activities and duties, but I am still drinking in the light. I am still happy. Could be that I have made some sort of peace with myself, and with my life, fully and entirely as it is. Could be that I have made peace so to speak at my job, and no longer feel a need to fight for what I don't have. I am feeling a renewed sense of working in partnership for the good of all, but you know, maybe it is just the fact that ALL the clothes in my closet actually fit. Whatever it is, I hope it stays around.
:) Cheryl

Gonna start slow here, as is seems I just can't find the time to write these days. Humorously, there is an entry sitting both in my mind, and in my drafts, that is all about "Finishing." It has been sitting there, UNfinished since August. So shoot me, I'm a teacher, what can I say, September is a bear. There was that song by Green Day, out a few years ago, called "Wake Me Up When September Ends." Yeah, pretty much sums it up.

SO, my thinking is that I need to get on here and just record my random babble now and then, not feel like I need a fully processed and thought through piece, as I usually like to do. If pressed for time, I should still push myself creatively, to some extent.

Anyways, my funny little think thought from LAST WEEKEND that I am finally getting out there is this...

Did you ever notice that little old men are the friendliest people out in public? I mean, I am generally one of those people who actually makes eye contact with others in public, smiles, talks, so I must seem approachable I guess. (Sue will attest to this, truth be told, as I always attract the weirdos too, but that is another blog) Yet, so many people my age are just barreling through their days, rushing here and there, less likely to say "Hi" to a stranger. Older ladies usually seem a bit more guarded. But Older men always smile. They wave, say "Hi" or even ask "How are you?" and make a little social conversation. Are they simply products of their generation, more skilled in politeness, or do they think I am a hottie? My better guess is that as you age, you know more and remember less, and anyone you see could be someone you forgot you know. They are just covering their bases.

See, random, but it makes ya think, eh?!
-Cheryl