Online dating has made us hyper critical of everyone else while simultaneously complaining that we can't find a man or woman who loves us for who we really are. We are quick to dismiss people we may actually be quite compatible with simply because they don't fit what we have envisioned for ourselves or because we fear what other people might think or say.
In my previous schools, if you were able to get the kids to behave and respect you and also learn something along the way, that was enough to get you through (not to mention middle school is less rigorous than high school). I have my relationship building tools with my kids down pat, but I have not yet had a chance to really test my actual TEACHING capabilities with kids who are, shocker, eager to learn.
It was my goal to dance with a fireman because, come on now, you can't be at a Bastille Day Bal des Pompiers and not dance with a pompier.
This is my first attempt at travel blogging, so please don't hesitate to give feedback! I have sporadic internet access and zero time, so my updates will be slow but they WILL come. :o)
This post is my 50th (FIFTIETH!?) post that I will be putting up since starting this blogging venture in January, which seems crazy to me--this means I've written over 50,000 words this year so far! (Perhaps I should just start my book already) I have absolutely loved this journey, and it has taught me quite a few things already.
I highly encourage you to search up conferences related to your passions and professions. Not only will you return with renewed purpose, you will connect with others who are like-minded and maybe, just maybe, you will have one encounter that alters your course for good.
In a world of uncertainty, there is nothing more important than knowing 100% for sure that someone, somewhere out in the wildly rolling waves of life, is keeping the lighthouse lit just for you.
We don't need people to encourage us to keep curling the 5 lb weights that obviously are a better fit for the tiny 80 year old woman in Silver Sneakers class. We need people who are going to yell in our face as we struggle to put up the 20 lb shoulder press, and encourage you to go for that last rep before our arms fall, exhausted, but our pride swells, elated.