An Anecdote

anecdote

noun: a short and amusing or interesting story about a real incident or person

Once upon a time I was a teacher. I taught elementary school, private first then public, for about a decade. I loved teaching. I even went back to college to work on a masters degree and third credential. But life moved me on and family called. There were only so many hours in the day. Priorities had to be set. Decisions had to be made. Sacrifices happened.

Fast forward eighteen years. As my nest was being emptied I felt I needed a new something to begin devoting my extra time to. I looked into “going back to school”. It turns out that they (the powers that be) put a time limit on that. I’d lost all the work that I had done. And the money I’d paid. What to do? I sat on it. Thought about it. Let it marinate.

And then jumped back in! A year later is now and I have officially begun my masters degree…again. I am excited and nervous and curious. I love that I am getting back to my roots. I’m finishing what I started. And by going backward I am moving myself forward. This gives me the opportunity to teach again, as a specialist. Perfect. Scary. Intimidating. Exciting.

I live my life with no regrets. I work hard and love the life I live. And with everything changing around me I decided if I can’t beat ’em than I might as well join them. Besides, it’s nearly summer. I used to think of this season as Fifty Days of Summer, which is ten weeks not counting weekends; my daughter’s high school schedule. But my son is home from college for one-hundred and five days, counting the weekends. So, whether you count the weekends or not, you have between fifty and a hundred days of spectacular fruit, fireworks, the smell of chlorine, and beautiful sunsets (hopefully over the ocean). That’s a lot of days to start something new or finish something old or kill both birds with going back to school…I kind of like that about myself.

“A collection of anecdotes and maxims is the greatest of treasures for the man of the world…”

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

 

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