My friends
shennen and S just got married in a Halloween wedding that I've been looking forward to for years.
Wow.
Any and all expectations were completely exceeded. I had an incredible time.
:)
I love growing, experiencing new things, and seeing myself develop as a person.
So much of growing up, of gaining maturity, poise and grace, was about self control. It was about identifying the excuses that I and other people used to avoid (or prevent me from) accepting responsibility for actions and situations that I had the potential to exert power to affect. It was also about becoming able to use my own judgment about how and when I would use such power. It was also about gaining the experience to know when it is okay to not act, and the patience to let events take their course. All of these things require that I be in control of me.
I recently had an experience that, in an amazingly wonderful way, blindsided me, and I found myself somewhat "out of my head." I was not thinking clearly. I was not perceiving clearly. I was not physically steady. I was most certainly not in control. Far more than being not in control of the situation, I was not in control of myself.
At one time, not very long ago at all, I would have found this very unsettling at the best. More likely, I would have been quite freaked out by it and fairly upset with myself over it. Even more likely, I would not have been capable of experiencing it at all.
But my emotional experience of this was very different than what it would have been not so long ago. Not only was it okay. It was wonderful. And not only was it wonderful. It was okay.
I'm pretty sure that the factor that has allowed for this difference to develop is the relative increase of social, emotional, and psychological safety of my environment. I recently commented about how much I appreciate being able to talk about my flaws with my friends and know that my admission of them won't later be used against me. I also was discussing how good it feels to be able to laugh at the things that seem so serious and fraught in life. It's why I like Dr. Horrible so much. A very large part of my current emotional growth and the new emotional experiences that I'm having center around the freedom that security brings. Which is a terribly interesting paradox to those who see freedom and security as opposing forces...
5:27am. It begins to grow light. Robins are chirping. Another day. May is rich with light, and this May I'm actually getting to notice.
Several years ago I wrote some reflections on the topic of questing. One of the most notable was that quests are expensive. I have the occasion to reflect on this from a different perspective as I think about my budgetary lay off.
Developing the Gifted and Talented program this year has been a professional opportunity I have wanted for my entire career. I have put every piece of professional knowledge and and every professional skill that I have to use during this year. This job has been one of the most difficult things I have ever done. I have many stories. I have learned much, gained much, lost much.
Walking away, I have a strange, quiet acceptance. I have finished the quest. With this, I am done.
I do not stop easily. It is not normal that I am not railing against having to stop. There is a next year. Someone else will be teaching my program. Someone with less experience, training, and skills in gifted education, but more seniority at the school district than I. At first this was galling, and it is still professionally offensive. But it doesn't really matter to me. I finished.
The year took so much of me, I put so much of me into it, that I'm okay with stopping. I've given enough of myself. I am satisfied.
I have never been good with endings. It is strange that this one should feel so natural.
Now I'm looking around for the first time in a decade and thinking about what I want to do next - in the big picture. I'm resting. Taking in the sunlight, the warmth, the green and flowers and fuzzies. And reinserting the proper prepositions into the proper locations in my spoken vocabulary.
And May, which in the education field has always been an ending, somehow gets to be a beginning this year.
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