~I'll take my chances~
Hello Saturday~
I slept in this morning past my normal 3 a.m. "time to get up and get out bed" routine. Getting only 3 1/2 hours of sleep the night before took its toll on me. I made up for lost time and sleep as I watched the score on my device go up by 16 points from a most miserable 63 to a better than nothing 79.
5:30 a.m.
Time to get the day started.
The subject of time is surely on my mind these days. As a now mature 64-year old, I see my imaginary hourglass of sand in a different way than I used to. It's no longer mostly full, in fact it's more than likely not even at the halfway mark any longer. I know that there is still sand in there, but each day that passes by brings along with it the knowledge that sooner or later, it will all indeed run out. Since I'm not the Creator, there may even be less than I think is in there. Only the good Lord above knows that available amount.
I have brought this very subject up with friends and family along the way who have told me that my way of looking at that is morbid and that I shouldn't even allow that to be a part of my way of thinking. Well meaning as they truly intend to be, I look at it a different way.
I like to call it realistically.
I have a short term list of goals in mind that I would like to accomplish before the next ten years have passed by me. At the top of the list is the plan to retire (really I mean it) from teaching at the end of the 2020-21 school year. I know in my heart that more than 40 years in the classroom is an honorable accomplishment. When my last day is completed in education, I will know that I gave 100 percent and then some to every school that I was fortunate enough to be placed in. Even through the roughest of years, I will have stayed the course and never quit. I've been encouraged by so many people, even in my own family, to write a book about what it has been like to be a teacher. At first I mostly thought they were crazy, but now I am quite seriously reconsidering that idea. I've had plenty of firsthand experiences in many different classrooms with fodder enough to easily write chapters aplenty. As I have thought of it all, my mind always goes back to one specific need that I know all teachers have. It is that need that will drive my writing and take it in the direction that it truly must go.
An hour has passed by since I awoke. There's that subject of time again. The early morning darkness on this November day will soon give way to the sun's light.
Who knows what the day will provide?
In faith I stand ready to find out.
I slept in this morning past my normal 3 a.m. "time to get up and get out bed" routine. Getting only 3 1/2 hours of sleep the night before took its toll on me. I made up for lost time and sleep as I watched the score on my device go up by 16 points from a most miserable 63 to a better than nothing 79.
5:30 a.m.
Time to get the day started.
The subject of time is surely on my mind these days. As a now mature 64-year old, I see my imaginary hourglass of sand in a different way than I used to. It's no longer mostly full, in fact it's more than likely not even at the halfway mark any longer. I know that there is still sand in there, but each day that passes by brings along with it the knowledge that sooner or later, it will all indeed run out. Since I'm not the Creator, there may even be less than I think is in there. Only the good Lord above knows that available amount.
I have brought this very subject up with friends and family along the way who have told me that my way of looking at that is morbid and that I shouldn't even allow that to be a part of my way of thinking. Well meaning as they truly intend to be, I look at it a different way.
I like to call it realistically.
I have a short term list of goals in mind that I would like to accomplish before the next ten years have passed by me. At the top of the list is the plan to retire (really I mean it) from teaching at the end of the 2020-21 school year. I know in my heart that more than 40 years in the classroom is an honorable accomplishment. When my last day is completed in education, I will know that I gave 100 percent and then some to every school that I was fortunate enough to be placed in. Even through the roughest of years, I will have stayed the course and never quit. I've been encouraged by so many people, even in my own family, to write a book about what it has been like to be a teacher. At first I mostly thought they were crazy, but now I am quite seriously reconsidering that idea. I've had plenty of firsthand experiences in many different classrooms with fodder enough to easily write chapters aplenty. As I have thought of it all, my mind always goes back to one specific need that I know all teachers have. It is that need that will drive my writing and take it in the direction that it truly must go.
An hour has passed by since I awoke. There's that subject of time again. The early morning darkness on this November day will soon give way to the sun's light.
Who knows what the day will provide?
In faith I stand ready to find out.
I'd probably get a whole lot more sleep if I'd just stop running around all over creation and late at night (you know, after 7:00 pm) with this guy!
Well on second thought, if that happened I'd be missing out on all the fun like the concert we saw two nights ago. With whatever sand lies in the hourglass, I'll just take my chances.
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