Spring Break 2016

I love Spring Break. But not for the reasons I’m sure most people love Spring Break.  I don’t typically sleep any later or make any extravagant travel plans. With the exception of a few days spent out of town on daytrips with Sweet Husband and my Mom, I stay pretty much within the confines of our neighborhood. Okay … within the confines of my house.  It’s an introvert thing.

I love Spring Break because it allows me to be reflective.  And, with everything that has happened in the last several weeks, this has been a good time to a) work through the panic of the unknown; b) allow myself to dream about what I’d like to do since there is a possibility, albeit slight, my seventeen year tenure in the field of education may be ending in a few short weeks; and c) spend wonderfully relaxing and encouraging time in the Word.  Because really … who but God knows what’s going to happen tomorrow, let alone on June 16th (the day after my current school contract … and my job … ends)?

This Spring Break, unlike the sixteen previous Spring Breaks, found me dreaming big, only-possible-with-God dreams. Dreams where making money didn’t make it into the equation. Dreams that begin with … “If nothing is impossible then … ” and continue with “What is my passion?” and  “Where is God calling me to join Him?”  Dreams that consume me so much so that, while I know I need to continue trolling the HR sites of the area school districts for  teaching and administrator jobs … if God is calling me out of education, I know it’s going to be okay. Everything will be okay.

My reality? I’m scared. But I’m also incredibly hopeful.  And I know God is chuckling a little over all this.  You see, I already had a plan in place to retire from education at the 20-year mark.

God simply moved the timetable up a bit.

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Be the Change

images There’s a certain drive-through I’ll arrange my schedule to use for one simple reason: the voice that comes through the “box” and the man behind the voice when I arrive at the window.

This man, although working a brutal morning shift for more-than-likely minimum wage, blesses me every time we meet.  Our meetings don’t last longer than a couple of minutes and we’ve never exchanged comments more than, “Thank you” and “You have a beautiful day.”  But that’s enough.  He impacts my day with such a positive start I can’t help but carry that energy with me through the day.

This was our routine … until yesterday morning.  His voice didn’t contain it’s usual chipperiness and I was worried for him.  This man who has blessed me so many mornings by how he treats me and my fellow customers needed to be blessed.  And so in the time it took me to travel from the “box” to the window,  I prayed.  I prayed for this man and I prayed for every person I would meet during the day.  I asked God to provide me with opportunities to be a blessing to them.

Which is right about the time this song began playing on my radio:  Be the Change

Wow, talk about a “God moment!”  I was getting giddy and couldn’t wait for my turn at the window to bless this man who, whether he realized it or not, has blessed me countless times.

Sitting in the parking lot munching on my breakfast (you didn’t think I ate while I drove, did you?) I thought about how I needed to not “just” be thankful for the blessings in my life but to look for opportunities to be a blessing to others.  I remembered the blessing bags sitting on my back seat.

My life group had decided to create “blessing bags” a few months back.  My sweet friend, Lorrie, put them together and I received mine the other day.  These are little care packages filled with things like socks, toiletries, and snacks we are giving to people we encounter that are in need of a little assistance.

I was headed downtown to a meeting and I knew I was going to be driving past a place under the highway where many people without homes sleep.  I knew … just KNEW … this was going to be an opportunity for me to be a blessing to someone!  Would you believe the area was clear when I drove by? I actually stopped and laughed because I was doing it again.  Instead of allowing God to orchestrate my day, I was assuming the role of creative director.

Humbled, I headed on to my meeting and determined to use my eyes and ears to find the opportunities instead of trying to create the opportunities that would be most convenient for me.

The day progressed and it was fairly uneventful.  The meeting was filled with lots of great information for me to take back to my campuses, and I came away with many kernels of ideas I plan to discuss with my adminstrators to possibly develop into full-blown action.

And then it happened.

A colleague and I were chatting as we were heading to our cars and I fell.  My foot slipped off the sidewalk and before I realized what was happening, I was on the ground, face-up, with all my bags on top of my face.  All I could think at that moment was, “How in the world did my bags end up on my head?”  My colleague helped me untangle myself and I just kind of laid there for another moment, mainly because I couldn’t figure out what had just happened.  I looked up and saw another colleague running toward me and everyone was asking me if I was okay.  I really was okay, hugely embarrassed, but okay.  My coordinator arrived as I was climbing up from the ground and said I needed to fill out an accident report.  (Great.) Then she said it could wait until Monday.  (Great!)

So … how was I blessing others, you ask?  As I’ve reflected on the incident, I really believe the blessing was allowing others to serve me.  If I had been alone when I’d fallen off the sidewalk (yes, it’s happened … ), my colleagues wouldn’t have had that opportunity for service.

It’s a crazy way to look at the incident but the reality is, God doesn’t typically work in ways that make sense.

And I’m learning sometimes the way to be a blessing … to be the change … is to provide others with opportunities to serve.

Dear John(ny)

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photo credit: USA Today

Dear Johnny,

As a transplanted Texan, I cheered as loudly as my native-born husband the night you were named the 2013 Heismann Trophy winner.  We were proud!

That pride is dissipating, young man.  Your behavior in the off season prior to yesterday’s game against Rice was concerning.  Your behavior on the field during the game yesterday? Embarrassing.

I’m sure your parents brought you up better than that.  I’m sure your coach and your teammates have shared their disapproval of your taunting the other team, and the 15 yards you cost them in the final minutes of the game.  I’m sure you’re going to hear a lot about how many other people are disappointed in your behavior.

The thing is, kid: you’re a good athlete.  And, like it or not, you’re a role model for the youth of our country and our state.  Question is: do you want to be a positive role model or a negative one?

My sincere hope is you’ll choose to change your behaviors and be a positive role model.  As an educator, I can honestly tell you that today’s kids need positive role models because the world is filled with negative influences.  Educators, your teammates, your coaches need you to turn it around, young man.

We know you can do it.

The choice is your’s.

Mission: Accomplished!

ImageThree years ago this month, Celeste, Letty, and I sat on the grounds of the state capitol and dreamed of the day we’d all do a 5K together.  We were in Austin for a 4-day training and had strolled up Congress Avenue after the day’s work was done.

Today was the day that dream came true!  This photo was taken after we had crossed the finish line at the Culinaria Wine & Beer Run. Celeste & I have entered several races since that afternoon conversation.  This was Letty’s very first race and she did great!  It was awesome to experience this with my friends and colleagues.

Here’s to many more dreams that become reality!

New

Reflecting on my first week of a new contract. One word: New.

New boss
New campuses
New math intervention program
New workspace

I wasn’t sure how I would react to all this “newness” and, truth be told, I didn’t act well initially.

I’m okay with change when I know what to expect. Of the four new items I received this week, the new campuses is what caused me the greatest stress. I was incredibly sad to lose my campuses from last year. I enjoyed the teams I got to work with and was really hoping to move forward with plans & ideas in the new school year.

On the upside, I get to take all those plans & ideas and share them with two new campus teams. I meet my new principals next week, the teachers come back to work the week after. It will be a fast year, they always are.

I’m glad to be back and very thankful that the “powers that be” wanted me back.

Here’s to a new school year!

The Rambler

Weather forecasters are saying we’re in for another 9 years of drought.  Nine years!  Yowzers!  I was talking to Hub about our yard and how we really need to explore xeroscaping because there just isn’t going to be any water to spare for water-thirsty grass.  As long as we can get rid of the nasty Hackberry trees in the back yard, I’ll be happy.

Speaking of the nasty Hackberries … I spent the better part of the early afternoon sawing away at this past week’s storm damage.  One of the trees split in half and so I wanted to be sure to get the loose branches cleared from the tree.  Next up: hack the branches into smaller pieces so the trash guys will take them.  Hub wasn’t too happy with me when he saw all the branches stacked in the back yard.  His concern was I could have been hurt by falling branches.  A reasonable concern, but I did take precautions and stayed out of the way of everything that could possibly fall on me.

The weather is cooler today than it’s been over the past several months and so I definitely enjoyed spending time outside during the day and not breaking a sweat … even with all the sawing and hauling I did.  Nice!

Headed upstairs to pull out my NYIP lessons after I finished clearing the storm damage.  It’s been several months since I’ve even pulled the books & CDs out and so rather than picking up where I left off, I thought it best to refresh my brain and start from the beginning.  I can’t believe how much I’d forgotten!  So, while the facilitators were discussing the photos in the lessons, I popped open my photo folders and started evaluating my work since I started my classes.  I can definitely see improvement in my shots.  With regard to the 3 questions, I can honestly say I have several that have nailed them.  This makes me feel better about what I’ve been producing than I did before I restarted my unit.  I’m eager to complete the first unit and submit my project for evaluation.  Shouldn’t be too much longer before I can do that.

Hub & I have a freelance job to work on.  It’s an outside assignment for his sister.  She wants a portfolio of photos of the missions in the area.  It’s been so smokey and hot lately.  Hope the air will start to clear once the “cold” front blows through.  I’m kind of excited to start it but want to make sure we’ve got everything in place so I can get the shots I really want.

We headed over to Gruene a couple of weeks ago and I headed out to Landa Park last weekend by myself.  I got some good stuff from both outings, but that’s not what my sister-in-law asked for, so I’m not even going to show it to her.

Have the Florida-Alabama game on.  It’s not going the way I hoped it would.  Always sad when the Gators lose in the Swamp. 😦

I’ve been thinking about next month’s half marathon and my very sore & blistered toe and how I’m going to crank out 9 miles tomorrow.  I’m taking Tuesday off to take Carl to the doctor and so I’m seriously thinking I’m going to move my long day back two days and swim tomorrow.  But the weather’s turned so lovely and cool and I don’t want to pass up a chance to run tomorrow morning.  Maybe I’ll do 3 and then head to the pool.  I plan to ride on Monday.  The hard part for me is the discipline in following through on my plan.  I can do it.  The question really is … WILL I do it?  I’ll have to let you know on Wednesday.

I’ve got a triathlon in February to also train for and I haven’t been in the pool or on my bike in a long time.  Time to crank my training into gear to incorporate both races.  I have an 8k at the end of this month.  Wrote a question on the race director’s wall asking to verify the location.  Was pretty disappointed when I went back to see if there was an answer and saw that my question had been deleted.  If the race fee was refundable, I’d pull out of the race because of their rudeness.  Unfortunately, race fees are rarely refundable.  So I’ll show up, have fun with my friends, head home, and really think long & hard before signing up for a race again produced by that krewe.

It’s going to be a tough week next week at work.  I set a pretty ambitious schedule for myself.  I’m sure I can get everything done that I’ve planned.  The reward will be sleeping in next Saturday.

I mean, hey Saturday’s going to be a special day and I want to enjoy my reward.  After all, you only turn 48 once.

Don’t cry for me San Antonio

Won’t meet my 15 mile run/walk goal for the week but I’m not pouting.  I’ve done something a whole lot more incredible for me:  I’ve got 7 days of certified heart-pumping cardio workouts under my belt!  I’m on a streak and I’m not about to let it lapse.  Yay, go me!

Got the Colonel and a few of my friends talked into the Los Chupacabras de la noche trail run on the 22nd.  How fun is that going to be?  Trapesing around in the dark for an hour or so and then eating barbecue at 10pm?  Hilarious!  Bonus: Mum, Princess, & I are heading to the WNBA All Star Game the next afternoon.  Can you say, “Lisa’s gonna sleep good?” So can I!

I received a phone call yesterday afternoon asking if I’d be interested in tackling a project in conjunction with C & I.  I laughed when I told Hub that I at least had a week to rest before being asked to get back to work.  Complaining?  Heck no!  I love staying busy and this project has the potential of opening lots of really great opportunities for me.

No wine this week?  Not a problem!