Sunday Night

Why does Sunday night cause me so much stress?

Why does the thought of Monday morning keep me up all night?

I have been a teacher for 26 years. I know what I am doing.

I am one of the few people I know who truly LOVE their job. With the exception of grading papers and writing report cards, I love every part of it.

So why does this happen every week?

I hope one day this changes….before I retire!



The Treadmill

Who thought something so boring would play an important role in my life. We bought our treadmill many years ago, after the birth of my first child.  My husband was against such a big purchase and warned me that it had better not become a clothes hanger.

Well, at first it was.  I wasn’t a runner, never was, so why did I think having a baby would turn me into an Olympic athlete? Not quite sure.

Months past and occasionally I gave it a good dusting.  Then I saw an ad for a Jingle Bell 5k.  I enlisted two coworkers and we completed it by walking. That started me thinking that maybe I could run.  I started with a training app and have never looked back.  I have run several half marathons and even the NYC Marathon.  My treadmill has kept me going when it is too cold or too windy outside or I am too lazy to get completely dressed.   It is also my quiet place in the house because my family knows not to bother me unless  it is an emergency.  It is a place where I do some of my best thinking.  Although during the beautiful weather, or when I am feeling just plain lazy, it may get a little dusty, I am so glad we bought it.



“Wishing Your Life Away”

As I type TGIF into a text message, I am reminded of a custodian that I worked with twenty five years ago.  Back then, I was twenty-one and this very wise gentleman was almost seventy. At any given moment,  I could tell you the next day off and the number off days until my next planned trip. I always looked ahead to the weekend.

One day, he looked at me at said, “Babe, you are wishing your life away. Appreciate and enjoy each day.”  I smiled and walked away, not giving his words much thought.

I look back now and I cannot believe how quickly the years have passed.

Wally was right! We need to enjoy each day.  I can’t recall who said it, but “the present is truly a gift.”

Changing My Focus

Thank you to another blogger who inspired me to write this post!

Rushed to get to church

Surprised that people would actually be a texting in church

Distracted by the lady directly in front of me who was busy posting cake pictures on Facebook the whole time

Elbowed by my daughter who was obviously distracted by the texter

*Moments of peace when the texter suddenly left*

Interrupted during my quiet prayer time by my daughter to point out the texter was back and on Facebook again

Why did I allow one person to have such an impact on MY TIME?

I need to capture and focus on the positives in my life and learn to ignore the negatives.  Wish me luck!


Feeling nervous…

What was I thinking? Why am I doing this? What will I write about? I’ve never liked writing? So again, why am I doing this?

I am somewhat excited by the challenge. I have never honestly considered myself a writer. But we are all writers, aren’t we?

Maybe this challenge will help me discover a part of me that I have always ignored. Maybe it will give me insight into my daughter’s passion to write at any available time. (Afterall, how many twelve year old girls ask for mechanical pencils for Christmas?)

My first blog post done and I am still alive. I think this is going to be an exciting month!