The Mighty Blackfoot
My life has become crazy busy. It happened all of a sudden, and now I feel like I don't have time for anything. It's good because I like being busy, but I miss having the time or energy to do some of the things I want.
I'm working full time and I'm loving my job. It is exhausting some days, though. I'm working with 3-6 year olds. Going in, I thought that I ultimately wanted to work with older kids, but this job has made me reconsider. It's really exciting to watch kids take their first steps on their education and to think about that their destiny in school is largely determined by their first few years there. I understand on a whole new level now that teaching is all about relationships. I love that they are all little people, trying to figure out how they fit into things and who they are.
I also have class at Hamline on Monday and Thursday evenings. Getting there involves hauling ass from Bloomington in 30 minutes and usually being a few minutes late. It also involves skipping dinner and not getting home until about 9:30 pm. My professors are really great, even if some of the other students are uber annoying. There are times that I just say "shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up" over and over inside my head. Do some people ever stop talking?
So, the result of the work/class/homework combo is that on my free nights I usually don't want to do very much. Maybe this will change once my system gets recalibrated to this schedule. Or maybe not.
A little over a year ago, if someone would have told me I would be doing what I'm doing (in terms of my job and school), I would have laughed them out of the room. If a little over a year and a half ago someone had told me that I would be living with Pete, or even dating Pete, I would have said there was no possible way that could be true.
It just goes to show how life takes strange twists and turns and quite a bit of the time we don't really even know what we need. I've never been the best at "going with the flow," but if this past year has taught me anything, it's that that's how life is, and that's not such a bad thing. Between getting back together with someone I had sworn off completely, hating the grad program I had wanted and worked for for so long, and getting blind-sided in my car on my way to work, things have changed a lot in totally unexpected ways. In whitewater rafting, they always tell you that if your raft flips, you should hold onto your life jacket with your hands, and keep your legs up in front of you. They say this so that your legs won't get caught in the rocks, and your feet will hopefully be able to push you around and away from any obstacles in your path. So, in the most cliche-ridden way, I'm just trying to keep my feet up. I think if my life were a river, I'd like to think of it as the Blackfoot River. For my money, there's not a better river out there. :) By the way, I recommend to all the book A River Runs Through It. The movie in no way did it justice.
Tonight Pete and I are headed to the Summit 20th anniversary party to hear Cake in concert. I can't believe it's almost October already! I'm looking forward to the fall colors. They're much more resplendent here than in Montana. Before we know it, paintball time will be here, and then pheasant opener in South Dakota.
I'm working full time and I'm loving my job. It is exhausting some days, though. I'm working with 3-6 year olds. Going in, I thought that I ultimately wanted to work with older kids, but this job has made me reconsider. It's really exciting to watch kids take their first steps on their education and to think about that their destiny in school is largely determined by their first few years there. I understand on a whole new level now that teaching is all about relationships. I love that they are all little people, trying to figure out how they fit into things and who they are.
I also have class at Hamline on Monday and Thursday evenings. Getting there involves hauling ass from Bloomington in 30 minutes and usually being a few minutes late. It also involves skipping dinner and not getting home until about 9:30 pm. My professors are really great, even if some of the other students are uber annoying. There are times that I just say "shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up" over and over inside my head. Do some people ever stop talking?
So, the result of the work/class/homework combo is that on my free nights I usually don't want to do very much. Maybe this will change once my system gets recalibrated to this schedule. Or maybe not.
A little over a year ago, if someone would have told me I would be doing what I'm doing (in terms of my job and school), I would have laughed them out of the room. If a little over a year and a half ago someone had told me that I would be living with Pete, or even dating Pete, I would have said there was no possible way that could be true.
It just goes to show how life takes strange twists and turns and quite a bit of the time we don't really even know what we need. I've never been the best at "going with the flow," but if this past year has taught me anything, it's that that's how life is, and that's not such a bad thing. Between getting back together with someone I had sworn off completely, hating the grad program I had wanted and worked for for so long, and getting blind-sided in my car on my way to work, things have changed a lot in totally unexpected ways. In whitewater rafting, they always tell you that if your raft flips, you should hold onto your life jacket with your hands, and keep your legs up in front of you. They say this so that your legs won't get caught in the rocks, and your feet will hopefully be able to push you around and away from any obstacles in your path. So, in the most cliche-ridden way, I'm just trying to keep my feet up. I think if my life were a river, I'd like to think of it as the Blackfoot River. For my money, there's not a better river out there. :) By the way, I recommend to all the book A River Runs Through It. The movie in no way did it justice.
Tonight Pete and I are headed to the Summit 20th anniversary party to hear Cake in concert. I can't believe it's almost October already! I'm looking forward to the fall colors. They're much more resplendent here than in Montana. Before we know it, paintball time will be here, and then pheasant opener in South Dakota.
posted by anne elizabeth fern @ 9:36 AM
1 Comments:
At 9:51 PM,
Anonymous said…
Reading the 2nd to last paragraph would bring a smile to any mother's face! On another note, in the event that you end up being a news broadcaster, you may already have your sign-off "that's how life is, and that's not such a bad thing!" It has much more depth than Walter Cronkhite's "and that's the way it is"!
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