The Music Teacher's Musings on the Happenings of Life...Enjoy
Here's where I offload what's going on in my world...happy times, sad things, and all the stuff in between.
...and saying "fare-thee-well" to Yahoo! 360. Not sure if I want all my business so easily accessible...thanks, Daniel, for the tip.
Okay...I cleared out my car completely so I can put my school stuff in it and take it there as soon as they have my room finished. I'm going home now to sort through it. I cleared a few more bags out of the dining room. I took a basket full of stuff upstairs to my room (and it's sitting in the middle of the floor, but at least it's not in the living room). The living room actually has some space in which to walk, and I've been using up my pantry goods so that I can make room for groceries on Friday. So things are looking up. :) The junk is slowly but surely going away or going to other--more suitable--spots in the house. I sent out some bills, got some errands run, and all before 10:00 in the morning.
I'm so sitting in the sun this afternoon. :)
Only when you move from one domacile to another do you discover just how much useless junk you really own. In the words of my good friend Andy, my amount of junk is "unbefreakinlievable." It's been eight days since I officially moved into the townhouse in which I currently live. All my furniture is in storage, and day after day, I wade through the endless number of boxes and bags to try and find what I need. (Example: I got a slight sunburn yesterday at the pool...I went looking for my Noxema...I had to go through three rooms and four bags in order to find it...fortunately, I found it, and my sunburn is appreciative of that.)
I do a little day by day, only because I have the attention span of a nine-year-old on sugar, so the thought of devoting an entire day to unpacking just about kills me. And it is getting better, but I still have a hard time believing how much stuff I have.
One of my friends who was helping me move asked me, "How many books do you have?" Too many, my dear...I teach school...Books tend to accumulate. Books, periodicals, files, posters...you name it...it's there.
I suppose I can call myself a "recovering pack-rat," in that I can get rid of stuff, but it still pains me to do it. The one thought that keeps crawling around in the back of my brain is "I may be able to use it sometime." And of course, I never do. Who does?
So friends, the goal for the day is to sit down and throw away all things that I know I will not use. It'll take a while, but I think things will be better because of it. So, it's 9:30...let's say I report back to the blog tomorrow morning at 9:30 and give an update on the pitching of the junk. See you tomorrow!
Well, by now, it may seem like I can't get anything together as far as life as we know it goes. I've had several meaningful discussions with friends and family over my future plans, and it all boils down to the fact that most of my decisions are made based on how I feel...the emotions that I have at the time. Whether or not I hate the circumstances I am in or I love the house that I'm in or the fact that I just moved to a townhouse so that a friend of mine and I can help each other out rent-wise and I would loathe to move again after last week. (Seriously...I loathe the whole prospect of moving...I have that much stuff and I don't like moving it.)
But the one thing that stuck out to me the most was a conversation. Not a gut feeling, not a circumstance...just a simple conversation that I had with my dad. Daddy and I are very close. I can talk to him about almost anything, and it doesn't matter what it is, Daddy always has a piece of Daddy-wisdom to share with me. We were driving back from the hospital (Dad has to get his blood checked every couple of weeks because of the medicine he takes) and as we were driving, we spoke about my apartment and my job and what I wanted to do next year. At the time, I really wanted to go home, and I still do...but as we were conversing about my current job, Daddy made a good point...Tenure is not easy to come by on your first teaching job out of college. When they handed me my tenure letter, it was their way of telling me, "We value you as a teacher and as a person and we want to keep you." I am someone of value. Someone of worth in the teaching profession. Mama re-enforced that last night when she said, "They see your value...you just need to see it in yourself. Give yourself a little credit. God puts the brightest lights in the darkest places, and He has a reason for you to be there."
Isn't that the way God works sometimes? We have such a vast amount of value as an heir to the kingdom of Heaven, and He sees us in that way! So why can't we see that in ourselves? Why can't we see that in each other?
I had a hard time with that last year, I'll admit that. Sometimes, when little Johnny keeps beating rhythms on his desk just to annoy you, it's hard to see how much worth he has...because he's doing something that you don't like. But when we goof up, God still sees us as His children. He doesn't like what we do if we've made a mistake, but that doesn't lessen our worth to Him.
The more I think about this, the more I want to find the worth in these children with whom I work. I want to find out what they can do. I want to find out who they can be. I want to know how I can help them find that worth that they have in themselves, even when they can't recognize it because so many people in their lives tell them that they aren't worth anything. In all actuality, they are precious in the sight of the Lord and treasures to everyone who will seek to look for that worth that lies within them. They are remarkable, and if you teach school, your job is to bring that out in them. Last year, I didn't do so good at that. I'll admit it. I was struggling with things going on, such as my dad being sick and my grandparents being in a bad way. But like I told Mama last night, the more that I rest and reflect, I see ways to do things better and bring out the abilities that these children have.
So, I'm going to stay put, and work with these people and these children that I really have grown to love.
Besides, I hate moving. It's a pain.