There is a lot to complain about. There are a lot of teachers complaining lately, there's a lot of kids complaining and yes, there are parents complaining out there, too. Sure, I have plenty to complain about, but I've learned to avoid it like the plague. The truth is, complaining only makes things worse. While I might feel sorry for myself at times (okay, I feel sorry for myself a lot), I'm sure not to admit it to many. Occasionally I let it slip to Erika or my mom.
So today, as I walked through Josh's classroom, I thought about how lucky the kids were to be taking drawing classes with him. I walked into our photo-lab and I thought about how lucky our department is to have access to such great equipment. I swam during my lunch with a few teachers and I thought about how lucky we are to be at school with so many perks. As much as there might be to complain about, there is more to rejoice in. I am truly blessed to be in the situation I am in, that's a hard one to believe at times, but true.
After school, I had a couple of meetings. The first left me overwhelmed emotionally, not realizing that what I thought was going to be a meeting about a student's progress was actually an attack on my competence as a professional. I walked into my office afterward to recuperate for a moment and fight back tears. Josh came in to check on me. He hugged me and offered me strength and encouragement. He had been at the same meeting and said he was proud to work with me. I was so glad he was my colleague.
We went to our second meeting, finishing up PCT as an art team, working on our PPG's (Professional Practice Goal). We each shared our eagerness to get the work done and not a one of us whined or complained about it-- not in my department. There is a professionalism that is top notch and always striving for improvements, a personal concern and regard for each other that is real, and quite frankly, the people I work with are just nice. I have been told that it rare to be surrounded by that much positive energy. After today's berating I was struck by how fricken' wonderful I normally have it.
So the day just got better once I got home. Erika and I took Balt for a walk together and chatted about how absolutely wonderful this autumn has been. Both of us noted that for the first time in a very long time we have time to simply walk the dog, talk and enjoy the colors around us. It was a beautiful mother-daughter moment. I warmed up my potatoe soup and helped Erika with a flyer she was working on. I watched the news then took a short nap. I got a call from a friend and I chatted for almost 2 hours. It was a nice way to end the day. For about 15 minutes it was a really rough day, but as luck would have it, those 15 minutes helped me to see a bit more clearly how wonderful life is.
#100happydays photo for today is of Josh posing for his drawing 1 class (above) AND these lucky girls who spent the day at Ventura Beach together. Both sent me several text pics of their fun. I think next year I'm taking the time off for Monika's Fall Break and joining in.
A balanced and skillful approach to life, taking care to avoid extremes, becomes a very important factor in conducting one's everyday existence.
-- The Dalai Lama