Saying Sorry and a 5k

As I have been pondering some life stuff lately, I found this really interesting piece of advice:

Saying you’re sorry does not remove the other person’s pain. Apologizing does not prevent you from having the same reaction again under different circumstances a week or two later. To correct a pain you caused another, you must eradicate the trait inside yourself that caused you to react in the first place.

Today, work on eliminating one negative trait from your nature.

I thought this was interesting because so many people think saying sorry makes everything ok. They tell you, I said sorry a million times, I don't know what else I can do! I myself have said this, but it does not necessarily make the situation go away, nor does it remove the pain, sometimes too much damage has been done. I like the fact that in order for a apology to mean something, you have to eradicate, erase, the trait that made you react in a bad way to begin with, erase the reaction in yourself that caused the pain the other person. This is difficult because sometimes you don't see the reaction, you don't see the trait within yourself....and that is where the problem lies. One can only see from their perspective, so they think saying sorry erases pain, but what really needs to be erased, or at least brought into perspective is his/her own reaction and the negative trait that caused the pain. It kinda makes sense to me, I think i found my negative trait(s), some of them at least, but at this point, will sorry be enough, and I am not sure everything I want to say sorry for, really needs an apology. Identifying the trait fine, but the person on the other end of the apology, the circumstances around the apology are sometimes just too far gone, or are they? Where is the line between apologizing and not getting taken advantage of? How do you know what the right thing to do is, how do you not settle, how do you know when you have fought hard enough? Just an interesting thought.....

Biggest news this week, I am training for a 5k! Yes, a 5k, I was about as shocked as you were. Running a 5k is something that is on my bucket list for my life, but I never thought I would it do it this soon. It just kind of popped into my life, and a few teachers at my school decided they would run with me...and so the training begins. I did a lot of thinking before I decided to commit. First, I have never been a runner, ever. Elipitical, basketball back in my middle school days, sure...but running? Well, recently I decided that I need to change my outlook at exercise and getting heathly. My grandma, overweight for all of her life, is back in the hospital due to obesity issues, and it scares me because I know how easily I could slip into that. On the other end of things, I know how easily I can slip into the opposite of obesity, I have been there as well....., and had many people worried about me, so how do I find balance, how to find true healthyness. So I have decided to have a goal in mind, not to see how low the number on the scale can go, not to fit into the size jeans my friends can fit into, but rather a personal goal, part of the reason I miss college is that there were goals, and accomplishments, hard work and rewards. I think with a 5k, I will get that, in just a little different way, plus I will get healthy. The most important part is that I am doing it for me, not because I am unhappy and need something to have control over, not because I feel the pressure, not because I need the attention, but its something that is going to help me grow, see how far I can push myself. I realize a 5k isn't a very long distance, but I am trying to take things, and life, in small steps. I realize it is a risk, because training requires me to exercise pretty consistently, most days a week, and because I have an addictive personality, as has happened in the past, it is often hard to STOP exercising, but this will be true test of my will power and committment, show how much I learned, how much I have grown, and will show my comittment to be healthy. I am envious of people who don't have to watch their weight, it just comes natural to them, exercise, diet, weight, isn't something that comes natural it's something that I have to work at, struggle with, learn lessons from. It's just the path my life has chosen.....I will battle it my whole life, but I will not let it run my whole life. Not many people understand this, it's been a very complicated journey for me, I tried to explain it in the past, and while people had empathy, I don't know if they ever really heard the messages I was sending, overweight or underweight, I tried to talk about it, but I don't think I had the emotions, communication that I needed to express exactly the support I needed. It's still hard for me....but small steps, and right now, April 28th, Ann Arbor, 5k, is the goal ahead of me, and I am really excited to get started!

A semester of reflection...and why all of us should be a little more like middle schoolers

A semester of teaching came to an end today. I have learned there are flaws in the education system, kids that are lazy, parents that are lazier, and districts that tell you one thing and do another...but...despite its flaws, my first year of teaching has treated me quite well. So I have vented through curriculum days and PD days and teacher work days about the negative, and there is plenty to be had, but it's time to regroup and reflect on the positive....which for me, outweighs the negative.

My first semester of teaching, about 13 years in the making...13 years I waited to have my own classroom, with my own students, imagining what it would be like to be in front of the room every day, the center of the stage, influencing young minds, and sharing my passion for the subject I decided to teach. And 13 years later, here I sit, with my first official semester under my belt....and I could not be happier.

It is amazing what 155 , eleven, twelve and thirteen years old can do to a person, such as driving a teacher so far until they are legally insane :). But really do you ever think about why you are in the place that you are at a certain time in your life? Questioning why now, why this circumstance, why this lesson. Well there are not many things I am sure of, it is something that I think about and learn about daily, but one thing I am sure of is that I am meant to be a teacher, a middle school teacher, a Spanish middle school teacher, in the district I grew up in. There is a certain comfort in the familiar, just as my students crave routine and familiarity (even though they tell you otherwise) I also crave routine and familiarity. It is a wonderful feeling to walk the same halls that I went to middle school in, become friends with the teachers that I sat in the classrooms of ten years ago, the familiarity and comfort of the halls, the classrooms, knowing each day what my routine will be, what lessons will be taught, what projects will be presented, I am creature of habit or routine and so this fits me perfectly. On the other hand, teaching has also taught me how wonderful change, unfamiliarity, and surprises can be, and how much you truly do learn from them. So while the routine of day to day and hour to hour may be the same, first hour ends at 9:10 each day, my kids and my days are so drastically different, it is a challenge, but a wonderful one at that, every day. Kids not understanding lessons, kids coming in telling stories of losing their homes, going on vacations, winning hockey games, someone getting the flu...on my foot!, sickness, and new questions such as how do I say monkey-head in Spanish, compliments and criticisms, excitement for a game as simple as poke the pig or bingo....one hour understands, one hours doesn't....the multi-tasking keeps me on my toes, and before I know it, its 2:30 and another day is done. Each day I learn patience, and communication, and learn to enjoy the simple things, I love talking with my fellow teachers as well, I work with some really awesome people,...and while there are always frustrations, and bad days as a teacher, you have to laugh at the intensity of these middle schoolers, the way that finding out they have the same lunch as their friend, makes their entire week, the way that a jolly rancher for a correct answer makes you feel like you have won the lottery, there is not another world quite like the middle school world.

I love teaching because it puts me in so many different roles; teacher, counselor, mentor, mother, friend, comedian, actress, you name it, I do it. I am passionate for my kids and for what I do, which I think sends a very positive message to all the children in my classroom.

I like that I get to use what I learned in college everyday. As much as I complained about MSU and the college of ed, I spent A LOT of money for a piece of paper telling me I was a Spanish teacher. I took a lot of Spanish classes, I went to Spain for THREE MONTHS, and I get to use what I learned every day in my classroom. I spent five stress filled years to get to this point, and I use it every day, every day. How many people can say that about their degree? Not many. I have fallen in love all over again with Spanish, the language, the culture, the grammar, and my students are so inquisitive about how to say everything. And sure curriculum gets in the way, you cannot always teach what you want, when you want it, but to teach my students about Spanish and Mexican Recipes, and how to order food and a month later have them put on restaurant skits and have them make actual authentic recipes all in the target language, it is like my dream job comes to life...it's amazing to see that everything my kids know, I taught them. I am not sure there is a better profession out there, and I am preparing them for the global world, they are becoming fluent in another language, I am making Spanish fun, they want to learn it, well most of them!

And then there was today, the inspiration for this post to be honest, the reason why I am a teacher, the real reason. My kids are really something else. Today was the last day of the semeester, Monday starts a new semester, new classes. Mind you, Spanish is a full year class, so I will be getting all my (mostly) wonderful middle schoolers back...but in the world of middle school, as I learned today, while they may have be as a teacher again next semester, they will all be in different hours with different students, the class dynamic will change, it will be like the first day of school all over again...a big change, a new start....a whole new world in the mind of 13 year olds. Anyways, my 6th hour is wonderful. Teachers aren't supposed to have favorites, but they are my favorite, I favor them a little bit ( a lot of bit actually), I am more sarcastic with them, I let them get away with a tiny bit more than some others...all good hearted, all good natured, they are smart kids, good kids, dramatic as the day is long, and I really enjoy teaching them. We all bonded this semester, a lot because there are only 18 of us..compared to 35 in our other classes. 18 smart, motivated, talented, silly wonderful middle schoolers who speak Spanish, sometimes, better than I do! Anyways, they will all be in different hours next semester, and they made me a good-bye present today (mind you I will see them all on Monday which made it all that more fantastic) . They made me this huge poster, laminated, with all these pictures, inside jokes, random Spanish phrases, saying what a great teacher I am, how much they love my class, how much they love me, how much they have learned, how they use Spanish even outside of the classroom, and to never forget 6th hour 2009. They all brought their cameras and we all took a snap shot to capture the moment....it was just one of those moments, those ah-ha moments, like the IDEAL teaching world, if only every day could be like this, I felt like this is where I am supposed to be, how did I get his lucky?

These middle schoolers have brought me back to life, when I think of my state of mind two years ago, the hell I went through student teaching and where I am now, it is unreal. Never, in a million years would I have thought I could be this happy, feel this much self-worth, feel this needed, feel like I was doing this good of job, it is unreal. My students have taught me such wonderful lessons. They see me as just me, nothing more, nothing less. They don't care if I am 20 pounds heavier, or 30 pounds lighter, they don't care if I don't wear make-up one day, they don't care if I make a mistake, they actually admire it, they live in the moment....a bad day today, has no effect on tomorrow, they are honest....did you throw that pen...yes...did you do your homework...no...why not...I am going to be honest, I wasn't listening to you Señorita yesterday and so I didn't know we had any. I love their honesty, I love that they look up to me and admire me for what I do each day, I love that they don't hold a bad day against me. I love that they come to me for advice and trust me with their most personal stories. I love that when I write a recommendation for one of my favorite students, she sat and read it three times, and cried a little bit. She came up to me afterwards, gave me a hug, and said that no one had ever made her feel so good about herself, she read my letter of recommendation, and she said she suddenly felt like all her problems went away, she felt she was worth something. My heart sank in that moment, because that is so much of the reason for why I am here. To give confidence, to give these kids a voice and a sense of self-worth. When my student said this to me, I realized I am making an impact, I realized that that student was me, 10 years ago, feeling horrible about herself until one teacher made all the difference...made her believe in herself when no one else would, valued her when no one else did, for me, it was my 7th grade Social Studies teacher, 9th grade English teacher and high school Spanish teacher, but now, I was the teacher who did to my student what my old teachers did for me....the gift of believing in myself, the gift of self worth.

I think all of us could benefit from being like middle schoolers---not the ones that incesently annoy you, do not work, and make you want to quit on some days, no...rather live like the ones that are living in the moment, looking past the physical, not holding grudges, telling the truth, just looking for someone to accept them. I hope I am instilling in my students to be the best versions of themselves....and as I continue on the path of rebuilding my self-esteem and building the best version of myself...I will look to my students to help mel, because as much as they appreciate me, I equally, if not more, appreciate them:)

Change

I am excited to be a part of History.
I am excited for my students to be a part of History.
Whether you voted for Barack Obama or not, he is the President of The United States and has a very big job ahead of him, the weight of the world, literally.
People have grabbed onto him for dear life, because there is nothing else to grab onto in this horrible economy, when loved ones are in a war we never should have been in.
I wish Obama well, and much success, liberals and conservatives alike, all need help right now, and I hope that Obama can follow through with many of the promises he made. It won't happen over night, but I think he has promising goals and a clear plan for what needs to be done.
I think it is great to see such a young famliy back in Washington, someone who is truly for the youth of this country.
Good Luck Mr. President, the country, and the world, are counting on you to bring about change.

Don't Settle....For Anything Less Than Everything

As I sit here after coming home from a night of baking with a good friend of mine, a night of listening to the Sugarland CD, inspiration for my thoughts tonight, a night of laughing, and connecting, and spending time with family. Realizing how much I am appreciated, realizing that the new relationships I have cultivated have given me new purpose in life. Talking about my love for my job, the passion for my students, the feeling that my life is no longer just ordinary, that I am making an impact. That the book I am writing will one day be published, it is a dream, sure, but it is one I intend on following through with, because I won't settle for anything less than everything. I deserve to be treated with respect and humor and generosity of spirit. I deserve to live more than an ordinary, comfortable life....being ordinary, being comfortable, that is settling....you cannot grow, you cannot learn, you cannot reach your potential if everything is always the same...if you try to be the same as your friend, same clothes, hair, material things, ideas, thoughts...try to always agree with your boyfriend, husband or wife. How is that living more than just an ordinary, comfortable life? It's not. And it is time to step out of the box.

I had some major growing pains I had to work though these past few years, I always felt like I just existed, and always wondered if life had something more to offer, more meaning, more purpose, more happiness. I didn’t want to be ordinary, I didn’t want to be forgotten, but the circumstances of my life, made me feel that I would be forgotten, that all I would ever be is ordinary, forgettable, not worth it. As I was healing, I learned that I needed to live life to the full, never settle for less than I deserve. I didn’t want to settle for just an ordinary life. I had to re prioritize, fill my life with people and opportunities that would allow me to live my best life, find my purpose and happiness. I took a look at who has been there all along, the messages that have been gently whispering. Being taken advantage of, accepting less than I deserve, living with low self esteem….it had to stop, I had to live life to the fullest…..find my passion, be okay with being different, and saying what is on my mind, have fun, enjoy, having meaningful relationships. I have found new passions, and have new goals, new wonderful friendships, and surprising new relationships, and I will not settle for just ordinary…ordinary friends, ordinary experiences, just blend in...that is not what I want. I have high standards for my life and the people in it, I don’t want to be the same as my friends, I don’t want to agree with what my friends or boyfriend are saying just because it is more comfortable, just so that I am accepted...I have learned that I have to break out of my comfort zone, to grow, to learn, to reach my potential. I have been a people pleaser for too long, I have to do what is best for me, live my best life, I speak my mind now, I say what I am feeling, I am honest-- no matter how hard it is to express, I go back to the people I may have hurt because par t of living my best life is learning and growing and building relationships because I only have one life to make relationships impact me in some way. I follow my own path, I make my own plans, and even if I fail, that is ok too, I have big goals and big dreams and I don’t let anyone get in my way…it’s the gift I can give myself. I have a lot to give in this life. I am proud of the progress I have made, and will continue to make. I am honored to have been put in the position of influencing and mentoring middle schoolers...not many have the patience and passion for that age group, I do, it is where I am meant to be. I deserve extraordinary friendships and relationships and leaving my impact in this life, by doing something different, something that sets this whole word on their ears, even those closest to me, and those that have pulled way. Never settling...ahh, it has such an impact....it means not blaming myself and not accepting lies, not letting people who don't see me for the kind, compassionate, good spirited person I am effect my day to day life....it is not worth it. Not settling for saying one thing and doing another...only allowing follow through, allowing the motto "keep moving forward". Living outside of your comfort zone, repairing past damage so that you have a clean slate from which to build your new extraordinary life. Do what is best for you, never settle, believe that you are meant to achieve great things....not because there is some divine plan, not because God has mapped out your entire life for you and he expects great things, no....live a great life and never settle because you know that you don't deserve anything less. Find meaning, for yourself, find what drives you, what you are passionate about; build relationships that will help you experience the joys of life. Take a risk, see where it takes you. Settle an old fight an old miscommunication. Write a book! Write a song! Start a journal, start a book club, volunteer at hospitals, visit sick children. Be curious. Start a new relationship. Take the risk of standing up for yourself. Travel. Meet new people, learn from them. Do the unexpected, speak your mind, be different, be emotional, be vulnerable, apologize to someone you never thought you would apologize to, there is only one life for you to live, so get busy living it...and while you are, remember, never settle for anything less than everything.

Change it up

Part of the reason, I believe, we get stuck in life is because we follow the same paths, day in, day out. It's those little things we don't choose to do, but do as habit, from the toothpaste and toothbrush we use, to waking up at a certain time in the morning, to eating the same foods. It's sitting in the same place in class all the time, going out with the same people, being friends with the same person, holding the same beliefs without consideration of another perspective, going to the same restaurant etc.

Today, let go and give up all the places where you are addicted to your routine. Do things a little differently. Because when we change something, our energy changes as well, and it helps us find our potential.

We need to go beyond what we know to receive more than we've ever known.

K.B

Excerpt

Trying it out....

"And she wasn't anyone famous, rather, she lead quite an ordinary life. Brown hair, green eyes, ringlets of curls fell over the top of her head. She grew up with a normal childhood, filled with friends, family, and every comfort she could ever want. Sensitive and a text book perfectionist by birth, she always cared more about others than she did about herself. She held herself to incredibly high standards, no room for failure, it was just not an option. She felt pressure, always, constantly, but hid it well. She never loved herself, not the way a person should love themselves, but everyone around her loved her. They are praised her and her accomplishments.... parents, her family, friends, teachers....she was the student that teachers practically begged for in their classes. A 4.0 grade point average and a handful of close friends were tattooed on her life, she lived her life by goals---report cards, perfect GPA's, perfect friendships, charity, graduating, passing college classes....no excelling in college classes, graduating college, following a career she had been chasing since she was seven years old. A smile on her face, miles and years of pain built up inside, that no one would understand. Guilt is a horrible thing to carry around. Never quite good enough, always the one to get hurt. Low self esteem takes its toll, but you are not aware of that until you have hit rock bottom. She hit rock bottom, quickly. She never saw it coming, and why would she, she had it all. How could this happen, why did this happen, how could no one see it? Her head was pounding, her hands were shaking, she was filled with fearful questions. No one saw it? Of course not, she was a great actress in her own life. Well, there was one person that saw it, but couldn't face it, did nothing, ran away. She thought, maybe she was better off to meet heaven, and hope she would be accepted up there, after all that had happened. How did she get here, she thought, how the hell, in this perfect life, with a kind hearted spirit, powerful sense of humor, spreading influence to children, touching lives unselfishly, how the hell did she get here? Her eyes starred back at her reflection, purple tears stained her face, and she had no idea what to do next."

Spirituality

Spirituality isn't just about being nice. It's about transforming our not-so-nice qualities.

Always remember, it's not our positive traits that flip on the Light switch. The Light goes on when we identify, uproot and transform our reactive negative characteristics.

What light switch can you flip on today?

I told myself for years, I am a good person, with a good heart. I always try to do the right thing, spread kindness and generosity, wear my heart on my sleeve. Yes, I get hurt, but I have always felt that all of my positive characteristics make me feel good, despite the sometimes unwanted consequences. Recently though, I have taken a look at myself in a different way. Past the perfectionist that I will always be, past the kindness, past the sense of humor, past the good friend, good daughter, good girlfriend, and looked at connecting with myself in a different way. Looking at my negative traits. Now, I hesitated doing this, because after suffering from low self esteem, and never feeling quite good enough for most of my life, why would I focus on the negative characteristics of myself....when I already had been doing it for so long. Well, as the spirituality saying suggests, spirituality, connecting with yourself and with others isn´t just about being nice, considerate, a good hearted, listening ear, best version of yourself. In order to reach that level of spirituality, in order to be your best person, you have to look at your negative qualities in order to grow, learn, become the best version of ourselves. As I started to look at things from that angle, I soon realized some traits I was not so proud of, and as I began to come to terms with them, I realized how much they affected all areas of my life..the people, the events, the circumstances. And now, it is my job, to transform myself, transform those charactersitics, live a better life, apologize. Now, it is imperative to be careful, not to blame myself. There is a difference between blaming yourself for your negative traits and learning and growing from them. That is my new personal goal....transforming negative traits, looking at myself from an outsiders perspective, what do others see in me that I don´t see in myself, the good and the bad, and transforming into the best version of myself....it will be an interesting journey, and one that I think we could all benefit from doing.

Today, look at yourself in a different way. Identity the good and the bad. Look at how others perceive you and your actions. Become the best version of yourself, by looking at yourself through another lens. Transform even just one negative trait, transform one negative circumstance into a positive one. Apologize if you must, to set things right. And strive to become the best version of yourself, in the best version of your life.

Feeling Right

"Maturity begins when we're content to feel we're right about something without feeling the necessity to prove someone else wrong."

Isn't true? Remember back to kindergarten, arguing with a friend, I am right, no...I am right...no I am right and you are wrong. Middle school.....he is wrong, I am right...right? I said that, my parents told me, so I am right, you are wrong. I believe this, I always have, you believe something different, so you are wrong. High school....I believe she lied to him, I don't believe it...I am loyal to my friend so I am going to believe her, she is right, you are wrong. I am popular so I am right and you are wrong. College...I believe I am right because of x, y and z...and you are wrong because of x, y, and z...ahh now there is evidence and research to back up how one feels. But when in life, do we feel that we are right about something, happy with that choice and feeling, without having to say he/she is wrong because she holds the opposite opinion. Why is it always he is wrong, I am right....what about I am right because in my heart I know I am right, I know I did the right thing, I made the right decision...regardless of what others think? Why are we so convinced we have to prove someone else wrong, in order to feel justifed that we are right? Do we crave people pleasing that much? Are we that lacking in confidence? When do we stop picking sides, and just doing what is right?

I think it has to do with experience, life experience, how you feel about yourself, your connection with others, your connection with yourself. What you want out of your life, the kind of person you want to be, the kind of life you want to live. I don't want to be a mirror image of someone, I don't want to join a community that tells me what to believe, I don't want to match physically or mentally those around me, I don't want to agree with my closest friends, just because they are my closest friends...and what, if I disagree with them, they will leave the friendship, the relationship? That is not the kind of life I want to lead, nor the relationships I wish to have. I want to challenge a friend, a boyfriend, be challenged back, and still have the relationship remain intact. We should both be content with our choices, decisions and opinions without having to prove the other person wrong. I think that people who determine what is right based on convenience of what others think is right, or based on proving someone else wrong, based on what is convenient at the time, based on avoiding reality, based on avoiding confrontation, based on avoiding "rocking the boat", based on messing up a seemingly perfect romance, friendship, marriage etc...these are weak minded people, immature people, not bad people...just people who have a lot to learn about life.

I have questioned the rights and wrongs of life over the past year, the justices and injustices. And after sleepless nights, self-questioning, lost relationships, new relationships, confirmations, guidance, support...I connected with myself..who I was as a person, as a friend, who I was in MY LIFE. And I realized that if I feel right about something, I shouldn't feel guilty, and I shouldn't feel like I have to prove someone else wrong....it is their decision, their choice, their life. I am content, I am happy, with my choices, the path I have chosen, the relationships I have, the life I am living. I feel right about the tough choices I had to make this past year, I feel right about the words I said, the feelings I had, the job I chose, the truth I told....and the furthest thing from my mind is what everyone else thinks, or wasting energy trying to prove everyone else wrong, I am happy with choices, my lessons, that I feel RIGHT about a lot of tough decisions that were made last year, and I plan to continue this path of maturity, into the new year. Go with your heart, go with your gut, feel right, do what is best for you, live YOUR OWN best life.

I'll find a way

Happy 2009!

As we embark on new challenges, new relationships, and new adventures this year, it all comes down to believing in yourself. Believing you are worth it, having the confidence to take that risk, understanding that those who don't see you for the great person you are, don't deserve you. Don't let anyone, despite even the most painful of circumstances, make you believe that you deserve anything less than the best. Never give up on yourself, even when life gets hard......

I can't tell you how many successful people told me their breakthroughs came the moment after they decided not to abandon ship, quit, forget it, change jobs or break up relationships.

Never give up the ship!

The challenge is that we give in to pain. We don't want to deal with the reality of the situation, or we can't endure so we submit to the feelings of worthlessness, doubt, hopelessness, and on and on and on.

Today, I ask you to have patience - with yourself. Find a way to soothe yourself, to talk kindly to yourself, to tell yourself:

"I'll find a way."

***Feeling thankful for surrounding myself with people that encourage me to talk kindly to myself, for telling me that they can see how strong I am, I proved that I can do what others thought I never would be able to, and what a wonderful feeling to enjoy life surrounded by people who understand every aspect of who I am and who I want to be. Seems like the lessons of 2008 are already paying off, and that I no longer need to regret the past, because the lessons learned from it, what now lies within me ahh, it's priceless;)

The Holiday Season and a New Year

Well as 2008 draws to a close, I can honestly say it has been the most eventful year of my life so far. It has been a roller coaster of emotions, a lot of lessons learned, some great memories, some fantastic accomplishments, some great pain, wonderful joy, and some major life goals accomplished.

Let's reflect. In the past 12 months, I have completed a hellish year of student teaching, which turned out to be one the best experiences of my life. A rocky start, in a tough school, taught me so much about tolerance, patience, communication skills...it taught me about the effect even the toughest students can have on my life, even the students who refuse to learn, who start fires in their lockers, made me realize what teenagers go through day to day, and how lucky I was to have such a fortunate upbringing. I learned about family backgrounds and stories and how they truly effects your performance in school. I learned, that some kids will challenge you, because they want to see how much you care, they want to see if you will break, because most teachers don't care enough to make it through that kind of urban environment. People I know went through hoops and bounds, had parents make phone calls to people in high places, to beg to get out of urban areas for student teaching....what a waste, how selfish, what a way to sell yourself short. Teaching is not easy, you will not always be able to be at the perfect school, with the perfect kids, in the perfect environment, you will not be able to have Mom or Dad call to get you into a certain district when it comes time for your job......these people that did this, have a lot to learn about teaching and about life. I am completely grateful for my student teaching experience, it taught me classroom management and compassion, and an ability to communicate in a way I never thought possible.

The early months of 2008 and into the later months as well brought a very important relationship I had into question. I am very grateful for this relationship, and I feel lucky that when things were good, my friend and I got to experience student teaching together, something that we set out to do together at 18 years old. I feel thankful that we shared lessons, shared stories, went to job fairs, understood the struggles of being a student teaching together. I was the most honest I had ever been during these months, I fought for something that I cared very deeply about, I am grateful for the small progress we made, but ultimately very hurt that all the work, compassion, truth didn't mean much. I am sad that I wasn't worth the truth, that I was told one thing, and something completely opposite was done in action. I thought we were gonna make it, I thought the work we had done, the progress we had made, the commitment we had made, the lessons we had learned, the communication we had, had truly changed us, truly we were going to make this work....but sometimes history just isn't enough to hold a relationship together. I learned that people need different things and different friends during different times in their lives....I learned you cannot make someone believe you, you cannot make someone be in a relationship with you. Relationships have to be mutual, there has to be honesty, there has to be a commitment to grow together and make each other better people. I will continue to process this, continue to learn from this....I have learned patience from this, strength, wonderful communication and confrontation skills, I know mistakes were made, superficial things were blown up, and I hope that what is meant to be will find its way.

So in May of 2008, I made it through the program, I officially graduated from Michigan State, with my Spanish teacher certification. I never thought I would make it. But I did. Something that I set out to do when I was 18 years old. Something I have wanted since I was 9 years old, I was a teacher. What an accomplishment. One item off my "bucket list", I am a teacher, wow, I am still trying to get used to that. While I complained about the entire year of student teaching, looking back, I realize how lucky I was to have that experience. The college of ed put me through hell, and I don't think they particularly prepared me, but the entire year of teaching, definitely prepared me for my first REAL year of teaching. It was tough, and loads of work, no sleep, no pay, grad classes, but to be honest, it was very worth it. I was also fortunate to stay in close contact with my mentor teacher, and made great friends at the school as well. I am also extremely lucky, that before I graduated from MSU, I came in contact with one of the greatest people of all time, a mentor in education, a person who taught me how to be professional, yet stil vent my frustrations, someone who has dedicated her whole life to education and is committed to the field and to the lives she touches, someone who gives 200% every day, someone who knows the flaws of the system, yet excels anyways, someone who taught me a lot about myself, and someone who helped me through some pretty personal struggles, and relationship hardships, she taught me what it meant to be GOLD, and redefined what a teacher is....I won't name her by name, she knows who she is, she was my Spanish methods instructor, and I would not be the person, nor the teacher I am today, if I had not come in contact with her. Graduating from five years of MSU, made me quite nostalgic, quite reflective. Five years of college, and how fast it all went. I look back and remember all the memories, meeting my best friend, the all nighters, the funny teachers, the funny students, friends made, friends lost, cafeteria food, cramming two fridges into my dorm sophomore year, getting my gall bladder out, applying to the college of ed, soing to school all summer, going to Spain, god I could go on forever, you learn so much more than just want you learn inside the classroom. I hope to hold onto these memories for a long time, because I know I will never get them back.

So I am a teacher....now I need a job. That was my summer 2008. Jobs! I went through interviews, and second rounds, third rounds, and dissapointment each time I was told I was second choice, but not first. I began to look out of state, going back to grad school, and in a wonderful twist of fate, the last day of July become a day I will also remember. Within 24 hours I was offered 3 jobs! A phone call from an old math teacher, now principal called to tell me of a very recent opening in Spanish, middle school, in LIVONIA....he said that he thought of me first, and could I interview tomorrow. I interviewed for three different jobs in the same 24 hours. I got all three offers. It was a whirlwind of a few days, I got opinions from different friends, family members, and finally made the decision...a decision which I knew was the right one. I got my dream job, and the prinicpal told me that while it may have been my connections that got me the interview, but it was my credentials, grades, personality, and enthusiasm that got me the job...I am a middle school Spanish teacher in the district that I grew up in, it's my dream job, I walked around in a stooper for about a week. How fortunate am I? How did I get this lucky? I am truly blessed, I think my old High School Spanish teacher said it best..."I am so proud, no one has worked harder, and you have restored my faith that good things happen to good people."

August 2008....setting up my very own classroom was one of the most fantastic experiences of my life. All of the posters, chilli peppers, signs, Spanish realia, was put to use. As I lined my chilli pepper borders around my room, put my Spanish flag across my desk, I never felt so proud. I am very rarely proud of myself, and I was truly proud, you couldn't wipe the smile off of my face. My room, my classroom, I wanted this since I was 9 years old. The first day of school, the kids came in, and I knew this was where I was meant to be. I love middle school, I love their innocence, and their weirdness, and their reliance on me. I love guiding them, and their enthusiasm about Spanish. I love speaking to them in Spanish, knowing that I taught them that. I love their projects, and their awkwardness, their passion for their friends and everything pop culture. I love thinking of new lessons, and talking to parents, I just love everything about it. I sit here on Christmas break, and I miss the kids, I miss my job. You don't hear that often. Don't get me wrong, I am thankful for the break, because teaching is some of the hardest, most exhausting work I have ever experienced. But it's wonderfully exhausting. I have learned so much again about patience, and compassion, and communication. Following my passion and commitment. I feel so lucky to have this job.

And now here we are at the end of 2008. My brother has gone to college and completed his first semster at MSU. I feel like it was only yesterday that I was starting on somedays, and it seems like forever ago on others. I am so proud of him. I have become close with friends that I never would have expected this time last year. I have learned a lot about relationships this year, and I have learned that the people you never expect, are the ones that are there when you need them most. The ones that quietly make their way into your life, the ones that have been there all along, you just weren't paying attention. I am grateful for growing closer to them.

I learned that I have come a very far way in 2008, I have accomplished a lot, learned a lot of tough lessons, grown a lot, but I have a lot left to learn, and I have a lot of growing to do. So, I know that I have a big agenda for the year 2009.....I need to make sure to take breath, continue to grow in patience, I need to not shut my family out when they are only trying to help, I need to continue to be optomistic and know that in time, what I am waiting for will come, I need to give to charity more, remain hopeful, be thankful for my grandparents, continue to be confident, enjoy my sense of humor, LAUGH, continue to make myself healthy, begin grad school, make up for past mistakes, finish my first year of teaching, take a trip, enjoy the moment, look past the superficial, strive every day to be a good person, good friend, and do the right thing, or the best thing or decision for that time...and hope that that energy will bring me good things, be open to new adventures, new people, new experiences, set expectations, set goals, blame myself less, work hard,surround myself with people that support me, laugh with me, will let me grow, will support me when I am down, surround myself with happy people, and most of all....love the journey....dance through life.

Good health, good luck, good people...and Happy 2009 to all.

Growth Spurt

Would you like to experience a giant growth spurt today?

Ask someone you don't know too well what they think about you. Seeking feedback from peers and strangers, who ideally don't have any stake in anything other than speaking their truth as they see it, is a great personal growth tool.

The impact of this type of feedback can be much greater on you, therefore, the potential for change is also much greater.

Perspective

I gained some interesting perspective this morning, talking to an old friend and colleague of mine. Sometimes, you just need that outsiders perspective to set you back into reality.
Perspective, it can do amazing things. The thing about perspective though is that it cannot be forced, you cannot change someone, or change someone's mind to make them see another perspective. Time changes perspective, people change perspective, life changes perspective. And sometimes people just change. And sometimes people just need something else in their lives, they are searching for something, hoping for something, looking for something that you cannot give them right now. It has less to do with you, then with what they need or what they want from life right now. People spend their whole lives being one thing, and one day, wake up and realize, they don't want to be that anymore, so they surround themselves with people who will support this "new person" they are trying to become, leaving everyone else behind, not being able to see the consequences. The consequences are often seen much later, and you are then expected to help pick up all the pieces. There is a fine line between needing to spread your wings, and hurting the people that would have helped you do that in the first place. Just because you want something different out of life, doesn't mean you have right to hurt the people who originally wanted the same things as you. But maybe the hurt was unintentional, spiraled out of control, and now thought to be beyond repair. Life is sticky and complicated and filled with many perspectives and disappointments, but I am not the only one to go through this. I think what I learned this morning is that despite the toughest lessons and the most painful circumstances, I have to keep standards for how I treat myself, and how others treat me, and I have to know that I deserve to be treated well. I have to know in my heart, that I am a good person who tries to do the right thing. I am not perfect, by any means, but I try every option possible to make things right, to put myself in another person's shoes, to learn, and listen and to grow. I have to remind myself to not blame myself for every little thing, things do have a way of working out and sometimes that means keeping the door open for new possibilities, and new perspectives to enter in, whether it be days, weeks, months or years later. And until they enter, I live my life, knowing that I am proud of the person I am becoming, the things I stand for, and the compassion I have for the people in my life.

Unseen

All you had to do was pay some attention
All you had to do was look past the surface
But you never noticed much of anything
All you had to do was just try to listen
The tragedy is that you left so much unseen
You left so much unseen

You didn`t know my biggest fear
Was that you didn`t care
That this ain`t the life I want
To be right by your side
And have this great divide
We were close but so far

7th grade news

So I ask my students every Monday to share "noticias buenas" ...... good news, and they never cease to amuse me with what they consider good, interesting news. I am so thankful for them for all the joy they bring to my job. A few of the exciting things they shared:

1. I was able to change my earrings on Friday, and I now I get to wear HOOPS
2. My dad lied to my mom and brought me over to my friends house to sleep over
3. I was bored until about 6:30 on Saturday, then I played videogames which were still boring, then I made chocolate chip pancakes
4. My friend got a concussion going down deadman's hill
5. Friday I did nothing, Saturday I did nothing, Sunday I did nothing
6. I stayed up late, till almost 10:00 watching Harry Potter...the uncut version!
7. I got caught skateboarding in the loading docks at Walmart, the security guard had to call home

I love my job:)

Do the Dishes....

I liked this analogy......

As difficult as dirty dishes can be, they're even worse when you let them sit for a while. And the longer they sit, the harder they are to clean.

This is life. Something that is potentially easy to clean up right after it happens - an unkind word to your father, a lie to your best friend, an insensitivity to your girlfriend - can become a difficult mess if you don't deal with it now.

Do the dishes today.

and on a completely different note......there is something to be said for the fact that true happiness depends on the people you surround yourself with. And I certainly am looking forward to spending the weekend with people that make me laugh until my stomach hurts...now that kind of pain, is worth it;)

Better shut down the lights, pull the covers up tight....

"True friends not only protect you from others when something goes bad, but from yourself when you try to take blame."

"Smile and everyone loves you; cry and you find your true friends."


"The truth is, everyone's going to hurt you. You just have to decide who is worth the pain."

Loyalty. That is what is comes down to. Loyalty to ourselves, loyalty to others. I think loyalty is one of our greatest human emotions, well characteristics. I think loyalty builds bonds with others that you never thought imaginable. I think loyalty shows compassion, and trust and honesty a genuine feelings that you will always be there to support someone. On the down side, you have no control over others loyalty to you. I have control issues, I will admit that openly. I hate things out of my control. I hate that sometimes I get so upset and angry I don't know how to talk about it and I take it out on the people I love the most, its not fair to them in any way shape or form, its something that I struggle with, and consistently try to work on. I consider loyalty something you DO have control over though. I may not be able to control someone else's loyalty towards me, but I can control my own loyalty towards someone else.

As my quotes suggest, loyalty truly is having each others back. Not only sticking up for a friend, family member, girlfriend, boyfriend, co-worker etc, but also reminding you NOT to blame yourself. Guilt, it can be deafening and heartbreaking and depressing, to be honest. Guilt that it was all your fault, situations can so easily be turned into blaming yourself, and if no one is there to defend you, you end up digging this huge hole inside yourself that is near impossible to get out of, and if and when you do, it leaves a massive scar. This is where loyalty comes in: imagine a impossible situation, a situation that is so painful you can barely talk about it without crying. People attacking you from every angle, you have no chance to survive. You start blaming yourself asking you what you could have done differently, what you should have said or done to prevent this from happening. Sure there were three, four, five people involved in the situation, but somehow you lay awake at night wondering WHAT YOU did wrong, not what they did wrong, but what YOU could have done differently. What if you wouldn't have been so oversensitive, what if you would have something sooner...the what if's will kill you. Imagine that the one or two or five people you are in the situation are your closest friends or family members, and they won't stick up for you, they won't even listen. They pretend to listen, but they don't. They say they will make changes, but they don't. Years and years of trust and memories and a shared history and yet no one believes you....they no longer have any loyalty to you, believe me, you will never feel so alone.

Why is it that people you are close to run away when you are hurting? Are they scared, do they not care, do they not want to deal with it, do they not know what to do, do they think avoiding it will make it go away? Why aren't people ever willing to listen anymore, to see things from your side, to understand that pain and stupidity do not go hand in hand. Pain does not make you stupid or cloud your judgment, it makes you vulnerable and in desperate need for loyalty....someone who will have your back, some one who will fight for you, someone who will say you are worth it and I am going to do whatever it takes to prove that to you. Some people need reassurance that they are not alone, that they are needed---this is not a bad thing, its a personality thing. Why do people run away when you are just asking for a little loyalty during a painful time in life?

Is it true, as my quotes suggests that everyone, at some point or another is going to hurt you, and you have to just decide who is worth the pain. I would hate going through life like that, but my track record with relationships have proven this true. I have had many close relationships cause me more pain that I ever thought possible. I always think well it happened once, it wont happen again...it happened twice, it really cannot happen again, I mean how many times can lightening strike? But then, once again I am burned by the fire. Are there certain personalities that just repel loyal, true, friends. Maybe mine is one of them, maybe I am just too sensitive. I guess there are worse things than wearing your heart on your sleeve though....you just get hurt more often when you do. Where are the ones that will stand up for you no matter what, no matter what you are going through no matter what mistakes you made, have your back because that is just what friends do, the ones that support years of history the family members that supports years of memories and remind you that the past is the past, and you cannot let the past screw up the future or blame yourself....where are those people? Is is true that we have to DECIDE who is worth the pain, because let me tell you, I have convinced myself that several people who have betrayed me are worth the pain....I have worked so hard to repair these family relationships and friendships, and I feel that I am always turned down which it turn creates more pain for me. How long do you fight for someone, before you give up? How long do you fight for someone, until you have to stop, and wait for them to fight for you? I like fighting for the people I love, I like showing my loyalty, sure I have flaws and have faltered in my roles as friend, daughter, girlfriend etc, I am far from perfect.... but my loyalty to those in my life, has been unshattered. I just don't understand how people who have been your life for so long, can just walk away.....maybe if a relationship ends, if the loyalty isn't there, its because it never really existed. Slowly, new people come into my life, and show me traces of their loyalty to me, and a little bit of hope is restored in my heart, and little by little the holes in my soul that have been left my the pain of dishonesty and a lack of loyalty slowly start to fill, and I day after day keep giving my loyalty to the people I love...hoping one day, I will get it back in return, not because they have to, or feel obligated to, but because I am a good person and a good friend and a good daughter and a good girlfriend and they want to give that gift of loyalty back to me. Loyalty is earned, and once gone, it can be rebuilt, one you decide who is worth the pain, loyalty cures a lot of old wounds......its not easy, but its possible....and I think loyalty is best viewed from a glass half full vision.

I am not an expert on this stuff, I just have experiences that have made me think about the issues, and thus have had to decide what to do with circumstances I have been handed. All of this to say..... be kind to yourself, don't blame yourself (too much), know that shutting the world out because someone broke your heart or someone lost their loyalty towards you, will only harden your spirit, and no one is worth that kind of pain. As my girl Carrie Underwood says, "when life gets that much harder, it makes you that much stronger." Good people, get good things in return...the bad ones, well I don't really believe in bad people, just good people that make poor choices and aren't able to see a well deserved perspective---and to those I guess I would say what comes around goes around, and you will be a better person because of of the strength you earned by having those less than favorable choices placed into your life. Loyalty is a tricky thing, it cannot be seen, it cannot be controlled, but it can be felt...the bad kind and the good kind.....but as we try to figure out how loyal life will be to us, warm pajamas, a bed, and an early bedtime seem pretty great.

Thought for the Day

"Our character is what we do when we think no one is looking."

Tough Times

So today I received an e-mail form my principal about one of my students. Apparently the mother of one of my students requested a meeting with all of my students teachers. I went to the meeting and the mother basically broke down in tears because they were losing their home. The whole family would be living in with grandma, who lives right down the street. Luckily, my student won't have to change schools, but my heart just broke for the entire family. I was not sure what to say or do when the student walked in. We spent the first 20 minutes talking about what we did over Thanksgiving break and plans of course included seeing movies, shopping, sports, sleeping, playing WII, etc. Then I got to the student without the home. Surprisingly, he shared everything with the whole class. Didn't give many details of why, but said that he found out he had to move in with grandma, spent the weekend not shopping, or hanging out with friends, but selling his bunk bed for some extra money, and decorating a sheet that he would spread over over the living room couch---why would you do that the students asked---because that is my new bed, he said. Ughh, I totally starting crying in class, I felt so bad for this kid. I wanted to take the little teacher salary that I have and just give it all to him and his family. He seemed relatively in good spirits, I think it was good that he shared it, rather than keeping it a secret. After class I pulled him aside and told him I was sorry, and if he needs to talk about anything I am always here. Then, this little 11 year old tells me my favorite quote is "Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail." He says, my family has failed, they have fallen down, but we will get up again, I just know it! I don't give my middleschoolers enough credit for how much of life they have already experienced, and how wise they are about so many things. It definitely puts life in perspective, I truly hope he and so many families in this suffering economy are able to get back on their feet and support their families, maybe with a new president, and hopefully some big change ahead, so many families will be relieved of these hard times.

Three things I am thankful for

An old friend once told me, that even on your worst day, try to write down three things you are thankful for before you go to bed each night, and so it is with that advice that I say:

1. I am thankful for my job. Especially in this economy, I know that many people would give an arm and a leg to be in my life write now. I get a paycheck every week, and I am lucky enough to have a family that I enjoy being with and have welcome me back home with open arms---which in turn allows me to save money, save more money than I ever could living on my own. Now is really the best time in life to save as much money as possible as I gear up for the years ahead of me which of course include, grad school, marriage, houses---all of which I will need massive amounts of money for. I have a roof over my head, food to eat, and not only do I have A JOB, I happen to be completely in love with my job, which gives me joy every day.

2. My grandparents. I am lucky enough to have both sets of grandparents living. There have been some major health issues with all of them; hospital visits, pneumonia, a fall on the ice, infection, etc...but I have them all here with me, and it is during these holiday times that I truly appreciate them being around. It has always been my hope and wish that my grandparents will be around for my wedding, I want them to see the man that I will spend the rest of my life with, and I pray that their health will allow them to see that one day.

3. My health. It has been quite the roller coaster this past year and a half or so with my health. I have learned that I will probably always struggle with the image I see in the mirror, I will always struggle with my weight, I will always struggle with my moods, but I have taken great strides in appreciating health for much more than just surface looks and feelings. I am physically healthy, I am young, and I have my entire life ahead of me to create the person I want to be and pursue my goals...I don't think I could be any more thankful.

and one more for good luck.....
4. My friends. I am thankful for the people who came into my life when the rest of the world walked out. I thankful to the friends who have shown me what true friendship is all about. I am thankful to those who allowed me to grow and express my opinions when no one else would listen. I am thankful to those who supported me, encouraged me, and brought me back to life. I am thankful to those who call me just to check in, and those who understand that I need the reassurance that I am not alone in this world. I am thankful to past friends who helped me become who I am today, and taught me some important lessons along the way, I am thankful to future friends and the relationships that we will share. I am thankful for relationships in general, they are the most complicated structures of life, they have the ability to create intense pain, disappointment, regret, sadness and silence, but they also have the ability to create compassion, laughter, love, sympathy, humor, and a connection that cannot be described in words....and for ALL of this I am thankful.

A Broken Heart

Excerpt from my first book (maybe)
December 2007
A Broken Heart, Chapter 4

She hung up the phone, and quietly began to cry, much like a leaky faucet one tiny tear drop at a time. The burning in her throat, from holding pack the downpour that was about to fall, was leaving a scar inside her throat. She took long, shallow breaths. Her heart raced, as lies and betrayal flowed through her body. No one understood, no one ever would. For a small second, she laughed. Almost trying to laugh away the pain, that someone actually thought this was all in her head, that she was to blame. Blame, guilt, fear, envy, sadness, too far gone and then the dam burst. All of the sudden her eyes were engorged with a bucket of tears, her body shaking as if a earthquake had taken over her body. Thick drops of water ran out of her eyes and bounced off her face like little jumping beans on ridilin. Her face grew giant blood red splotches, as did her chest, thighs and arms. The water evolving from her eye lids, trickled down her nose into her mouth, and she felt as if she was drowning in a bucket of salt water. Her palms sweat, her head swirling from what if's and why's and how could this be. A massive headache, like screws being punched into her optic nerve overcome her, and she suddenly felt light headed. They say you can only feel a broken heart, you can never see what one looks like, the pain you feel is image enough. The weakened and distraught girl tried to stand up, and just seconds before she hit the floor she managed to glance in the mirror at herself; " so this is what a broken heart looks like", she said. And then she fell unconscious on the floor.

Keepin The Faith

"Some people wear their faith like an overcoat. It only warms them, but does not benefit others at all. But some light a fire and also warm others."

Today, find little ways to bring warmth and love into someone else's life.
- Rav Mendel of Kotzk (1789 - 1859)

Faith. It's a funny thing. I have struggled with my own faith a lot over the last several years. Asking questions like why me, why did this happen, why do I deserve this, why am I always disappointed? Faith in the belief that everything happens for a reason—that is so hard for me wrap my head around, because usually the “everything” that is happening is so painful; I have no energy or patience to learn or wait for the reason to appear. I need to learn to have more patience, it’s a character flaw of mine for sure, I want everything to happen yesterday, I want past mistakes to be fixed today, I want to set a date and age to get married, I always look towards what is going to happen next, instead of enjoying the moment. I am a planner, I am a type A personality, I am a gold(http://www.truecolorstest.com/True_Colors_Test.shtml,) patience is hard for me, so is believing in something that I cannot see or reason with, and so are unanswered questions and circumstances that never should have been. I am trying to work on this.

So back to faith. When I had nothing else to hold onto, I turned to faith, I forced myself to believe that there was a plan for me, that I am here in this life for a reason and for a purpose. Each day I still try to find that purpose. And little by little I am finding my way through this life. I know that my job is a part of my purpose…I know that I was placed at my school, in the city I grew up in, teaching Spanish, and teaching an age that I already know I am having an influence on for a very particular reason. I know that I am doing good, honest, work that I am proud of, and that I truly enjoy. I wake up every morning, well most mornings, excited to go into work, excited to be with my kids. I love hearing them in the halls telling their friends what they learned in Spanish, or speaking Spanish down the halls, I always have a sense of pride like “I taught them that.” I enjoy my mentoring roles, and my after school talks with the kids too---that is especially why I went into this profession…..I want to be that go-to person when kids have nowhere else to turn. I have been left alone when I had nowhere else to turn, and I don’t want my kids to have to go through that. So yes, I have faith that moving back home, and going through job searches, and turning down jobs, and the disappointed of failed interviews---it all had a plan, it all had a purpose, to lead me towards my current job which I am absolutely enamored with. Sure, I could say it was luck and connections that I had, but I have wanted this specific teaching position for over 10 years, I think, in this case, something bigger than luck played a part.

I am slightly envious of people who have an unchartered belief in faith---they are the ones that are able to look at everything so optimistically. But, I think faith is a very double edge sword---as the passage I quoted explains, some people use their faith as an overcoat, almost as a mask, a protective covering, an excuse, used only to benefit themselves. They use it as a crutch to explain their own lives and give themselves answers to make themselves feel better about their unwanted circumstances. People go around preaching that “things always ends up just the way they should be and that everything is worth it.” And while that may be true to an extent, the problem is, people use this mentally as a way to avoid reality. A fight, an argument, a bad job interview, a bad breakup with a boyfriend or girlfriend, a lie, dishonesty, a broken friendship……people don’t look at WHY these things happened or spend time trying to repair the damage done, they just say that there is a reason this is happening, everything is worth it, this must be in the great, divine plan. I DO NOT agree with this. With this attitude, I think you are using faith to not help others but rather hurt others. Using faith in this way may be protecting you, but it is protecting you only because you are avoiding the issue at hand. What is life without confrontation, arguments, effort, struggle, repairing relationships that seem impossible to sew back together, working with people as a team as a partnership to overcome challenges, doing something unselfish, thinking about what other people want and changing your attitude to benefit them, looking at things from another perspective and changing your actions because you realize something you never saw before….this is how we grow in life, it is in these often awkward, upsetting, painful moments in life that faith is renewed, restored and shared with others.

There is a difference between faith and religion. I am not a huge fan of organized religion, I think it takes people in who are struggling to find meaning in their lives, and engulfs those people into a completely different world---quietly telling them how to think, feel, act, etc. You are your own person, you have your own free will, you have the choice of to be honest or to lie, God doesn’t make that choice for you. You have the choice to make up for past mistakes, mistakes help you grow, it’s how you learn…. People wait so long to receive a sign from God that it is time to make up for past regrets---that is your choice, do it when YOU feel ready.

Look, I believe in god, I have to believe that there is something bigger out there keeping my family and friends safe and healthy, something out there that gave me a second chance…BUT faith, in my opinion, differs from religion in a big way. Faith is not about thinking in a certain way or praying in a certain way or believing in a certain religious figure. Faith is not about the holidays that you celebrate, or the gifts that you are supposed to get or how often you go to church or temple— which often is linked to how good of a person you are. Faith is all about doing the right thing, finding the good in people, the belief that there is good in everyone despite past mistakes. Faith is the belief in yourself, the belief that who you were yesterday does not have to be the you that you are today. Faith is about looking at painful situations, awkward situations, and miscommunications, in a new way, earning a new perspective, and working hard to repair the damage that has been done. Faith is about understanding that you can wipe the slate clean, and start again. Faith is about apologizing, and being unselfish, and believing that with time, people in your life will work with you as a team to accomplish great things. Faith is the belief that even though you may be consistently disappointed, even though people may never live up to your expectations, it shouldn’t stop you from being a good person, being honest, doing the right thing, and continuing to have high expectations for the people in your life…because you have the faith that you don’t deserve any less. Yes, have the faith that things that are meant to be will be, but don’t leave it up to faith. For things to be meant to be, for everything to work out the way it should, you have to be an active part of that result, you have to be active part of your own life. Don’t think it’s too late, don’t be too proud, don’t think that it’s a lost cause---you would be surprised at how forgiving people can be after a simple I am sorry, after a simple glimpse that you are trying to see the best in the other person, after a simple try to see things from another’s point of view, a simple gesture of faith saying you are worth it, let’s do this together. Life is too big to go through it alone, you need people to give you faith that you aren’t in this world alone.

So today, don’t wear your faith like an overcoat of protection, using it as an excuse to avoid confrontation, using it as a way tell yourself it will all be ok, because for the person on the other end, it may not be ok. Instead, use your faith to benefit others, light a fire, as the passage suggests and use it to warm others. Today, find little ways to bring warmth and love into someone else's life. Better yet, bring love and warmth into someone's life that you argued with or have lost connection with....believe me the benefits will be priceless.

Someone

Someone

Creative Writing

ENG 503

Everyone wants a someone

It’s a basic human need

A someone is a friend, boyfriend, wife, husband, girlfriend, cousin, neighbor, it does not matter at all

Once you find your someone, they will not let you fall.

My someone came into my life by fate, a reunion by mere chance

And from that moment our relationship was like a choreographed dance

My someone made me happy and knew all the right things to say

We traced each other’s footsteps almost every day

I knew what my someone was thinking, and vise versa as well

It was a friendship story too perfect to tell

My someone saw something I never saw in myself

A sense of humor, intelligence, compassion and a life long friend

Something we knew would never end

My someone was my by side at the moment I was sad

And calmly told me, things aren’t so bad

I told my someone that I would always be a listening ear

And our conversations lasted for hours, often ending with a happy tear

We found everything we needed with each other’s company, we shared beliefs, morals, interests, goals, laughs and fears

My someone was someone whom no one compared

Through every note, hug, birthday, and shared memory each year

Our gratitude to each other was endless because this match was really quite rare

We knew each other better than we knew ourselves, and never forsaw the gigantic wall ahead,

I look back now, and only bow my head

Little by little my someone began to change, as did I

I resisted the change, as the time began to fly by

I was told words by another, that I hid for months mostly out of fear,

And those words would turn out to be something that took me very far from here

I was facing a new life ahead, growing up, and moving on to pursue my goals

A new chapter was on the horizon, and suddenly I realized my life was filled with giant holes

My someone suspected a change in me,

But mostly it was thought to be jealously

Each week that passed, I slipped further away

Lonely doesn’t even begin to describe the price I would have to pay

I fought it like crazy, making excuses, and shutting down

I didn’t tell my someone, because I felt like I was going to drown

The fights began, the hate built up, I felt more worthless each day

As the date approached, I packed my things, drove my car, and went away

My hands trembled as I steered the car, prescriptions on my side

I stopped, and began the plan, but soon realized I was running out of time

Just as I started, I jumped about a mile, and the cell phone began to ring

It was my someone, wondering where I had been

I did not answer, I had already made up my mind….

But my someone called again, and through the tears that splashed down my face

My heart slowed to a lower pace

No one else cared, but my someone did,

And so I made the decision right there and then

And prevented the biggest mistake that could have been

My someone talked to me as I walked in shaken and miserable and upset

“You need help, I will be there to hold your hand through this, but I am done reassuring you that we are ok” and then it was set….

I slapped a smile across my face as I walked across the stage,

My someone hugged me just moments before,

And I thought that had settled the score

Things were rocky weeks later, but better than before

But the hand I was promised never came my way

And soon I realized, that the because of my circumstances, I would have to pay

No it wasn’t fair, no, it wasn’t right, but I was caught in the middle of a war path, and had a lot to say

As I struggled to find myself, and give my life a second chance too

I was lied to and betrayed by the someone who said they would always be my “glue”

The glue that was supposed to keep me together,

Confronted me and beat me down as if I was as emotionless as a feather

I didn’t have a choice either way

I looked into my someone’s eyes and realized, we were breaking apart, and I would be the one to pay

The months went on, and we rebuilt steady and true

But that something from my someone was missing, and we both knew it, too

But still we trudged on, meeting the goals we set out to years ago

And little by little the phone calls and meetings started to glow

I felt the little spark again, and a piece of my broken heart began to mend like re-glued broken glass

Cracks and all, I thought we were gonna make it, we were gonna pass

I finally told my someone the truth, the words that were haunting me inside, my someone shed a tear, and a breakthrough was very near

A confrontation was needed, but challenging of course, I respected my someone’s choices and gave time to reduce the fear

And in the end, the confrontation was made, but the surprise to me,

Was that my someone decided to leave me behind…..my side, my someone could no longer see

The other side of the story was the way to go,

All intentions were never malicious, I was the one who interpreted it all wrong, because I was so low

And as I sat there, the piece of my heart that had begun to mend, suddenly broke in a million pieces right then and there

A part of me was broken forever, no one would be able to repair

I have asked myself why, and when, and who and how more times than I can count,

I have apologized and asked what I could have done differently before the fire went out

I stayed up nights trying to figure out why it all seemed so unfair, my someone was betrayed by many friends along the way

And now my someone did the same to me, there was not much left to say

You see, a someone can always be replaced, there are many someones out there for us all, I was replaced by a new someone, someone I didn’t expect at all

And I will always wonder if my someone has regrets, and although I know I stand by what I say

I think we both would go about doing things in a very different way

We all have someone’s come into and out of our lives for different reasons and in different ways, but the connection between my someone and I

Won’t be replaced---

It was a connection like no other, a never ending tie.

I went through every emtion; angry, upset, sad and depressed

There are no answers for some things in life, but I truly do wish my old someone the very best

In this life, lessons must be learned, some are harder than others as well

My other someones have taught me, how important I am, and that means more to me than I can tell

Remember your someones, more good memories than bad, and know that life is full of happy and sad

A part of me is scarred forever, a part of me is gone for now too

But I have been blessed and filled with happiness, a second chance at life,

And that is better than what any someone can do.