Lesson Learned?

So I started a class this week.  Something to get my head back in the books.  And to give me something to be accountable for.  Plus it’s a subject I’m really interested in so hopefully homework won’t feel like a chore.  Ugh…homework. 

 by  Hades2k 

 

You know that phrase when the student is ready the teacher will appear?  Well it happened this week, but not in the way I expected.

I walk into class a couple minutes late, like a tool, and the only seat open is next to this person.  A person who I have encountered a couple times before.  A person who the last time I saw them had all sorts of chaos going on around them.  Picture someone with birds flying around in circles above their head and cats running around in circles around their feet.  Trapped in a dust storm.  Yeah chaos.

 by  daniel john riedl 
 

So I settle in and laugh to myself at this set up.  Thanks Universe, real funny!  And this person did not disappoint.  You know the kid in class who always has an issue.  Like, “sorry Ms. Crabtree, I can’t complete the homework assignment because the bird above me shit in my eye and I won’t be able to see for two weeks.”  And then interrupts to make comments that are off topic and laughs at inappropriate times. 

At this point I’m totally squirming in my seat.   And at the same time I realize that this is not about them, but about me and my reaction.  Why am I letting it bother me so much?  So what they are sitting at the head of the table?  So what the teacher says "let’s go around the room" and they stand up first and out of order?  Especially when I took an assessment at work earlier that said I’m a “non-conformist.” (blah, blah, blah).

As class continues and we start sharing, I learn that “shit-in-eye” and I actually have some things in common.  And I laugh to myself as I am reminded of what I have been taught before.  To be more patient, to allow others the space to be who they are and to look for what connects us in every person that I meet. 

I guess could have just looked down at my wrist when I got to class.

  by  ylmworkshop 

 

What do you think?  More significant stuff?  Yeah, nothing to report from the party, but I do love my new pitch black hair.

Just start writing.

I used to do this.  I used to do this a lot.  Back in the day I had a MySpace blog which had friends clamoring for posts on a daily basis.  Then I had a blog right here on Blogger that got tons of views from all over the world. And I used to write in journals.  And in Word documents that I would save and place in a folder on my desktop.  

But all that stopped.  I'm not sure exactly when or why, but here I find myself years later yearning to put thoughts to paper (or computer screen) once again.

So what do I write about?  The last time I did this, I chose to write about my favorite tennis player. Looking back at those posts I can believe how passionate (read: obsessed) I was about him (ok I still am).  And on MySpace things got way too personal. Too many deep thoughts and over analyzing. Boy was I in a different place back then.
 

Do you see him?

Now I'm happy and life is good.  So does that mean there's nothing significant to write about?  Nah, there's always something to say.  So just start writing.

There.  I did it.  Not much substance huh?  

We'll see if things get any more interesting than this.  I think they will.  I'm getting my hair dyed on Saturday and there's a pool party to attend in the afternoon.  

See, significant stuff!