Self-care is alive and well this summer while I’m off. It’s crazy how creative and motivated I am with this time off. I can feel the urge to get back into work and care mode bubbling, but I am trying to ward it off. I will either have some new additions to Etsy, maybe a flea market, or a surplus of Christmas gifts, but either way I’ve got a ton of ideas and mojo and it feels great! I’ve done some crocheted washcloths, keychains, and another scarf (with another in queue)!
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I’ve got one more week until I’m officially on summer breakkkkkkkkkk!!! And it’s right on time with my creative therapy juices flowing. Working on a summer tote to throw a book and wallet in for the next two months, and I’ve been addicted to the loom! Here is a sneak peak with more to come (once I’ve got summer time on my hands)…
…because as if her childhood hadn’t been unstable enough, she had another traumatizing abandonment late last night. At 15 she has more life experience than I probably will in a lifetime- even basic needs are often absent. Are we lucky or cursed that sleep is a gift we can give?
Because it is late, but since I was inspired by my Girl Group today I thought I’d share a poem-ish I posted on social media a couple of weeks ago. 🙂
Sisters of stone were warned, given the explanation that women didn’t belong in colleges, voting lines, offices, and mortgage statements. So glad they persisted.
My mom was warned, given the explanation that she loved too much. So glad she persisted.
My grandmothers were warned, given the explanation that they couldn’t take care of their families on their own. So glad they persisted.
My mother-in-law was warned, given the explanation that she’d never make it in a new country. So glad she persisted.
My aunt was warned, given the explanation that she wouldn’t drive, go to college, and be independent with a disability. So glad she persisted.
My cousins have been warned, given the explanations that they wouldn’t be successful establishing in new places by themselves. So glad they persisted.
My sister was warned, given the explanation that academia is not a career. So glad she persisted.
My friends have been warned, given explanations that following your heart won’t make you successful. So glad they persisted.
My fellow teachers had been warned, given explanations that the education field won’t make you rich, some kids just don’t want to learn from compassion. So glad they persisted.
So many women in my life that stood for what they believe in and fiercely persisted, even when they were warned and given a million explanations that they were supposed to obediently follow…
because of them…
When I was warned, given the explanation that growing up fast would ruin my life, I persisted.
Now my daughter is warned, it’s explained that she shouldn’t be loud, powerful, and strong. So glad she persists.
And now? Quite frankly, we all kick ass.
I’ve been hearing lots of chatter lately about people wondering whether they are where they should be. In relationships, an activity, a possible addiction, with kids (mine’s 15…oy vey), at our school or post, in our industry.
‘I’m done. I’m over it. I can’t do this anymore. Why am I here?’
It doesn’t mater what profession you are in, there are always signs of weary souls wandering around. But in the education profession, we walk a particular line with questions of moving on. We joke at work that it’s like an abusive relationship. We start the year fresh, excited, we get worn down, we are asked of more that we can give, we go unseen, we say we’re done. Then, right before we turn in our papers- TA DA! -we get a break (Spring, Summer, Winter? No difference at all). And in that sweet, sweet freedom, we say…’it’s not so bad.’ Ha! And the cycle continues year after year until we turn around and can’t believe we are getting another five-year paper weight.
It’s like when you go to Target and fill your basket impulsively with a million ridiculous kitchen gadgets, DVDs you’ll never watch, 70 ridiculous lay tiny towels, and adorable stationary sets. You feel so good…until you get to the line and realize you work for the public school system and can’t afford any of that Target magicalness and empty it all but the peanut butter and Cheerios. But the feeling of pretending for a little bit is enough to hold you over. For 2 hours (albeit wasted), you were all 5 (I think) of the Kardashian sisters.
So I started thinking about what factors could be considered when trying to decide if it’s time to move on. I found three, mainly based on my BFF and main man, Viktor Frankl and his Existentialism. If you haven’t read Man’s Search for Meaning, throw your worthless electronic down and run -don’t walk- to a book store near you and get it. Well, unless you are into digital reading, then don’t throw your electronic down, dummy. I’m sorry, that was mean.
Anywho, I think these three things are the most important to consider when trying to decide if it’s time to move on. OK, here goes:
1. Letting go of the past- Have you tried, to the best of your ability, to let go of the past? This includes letting go of things you wish were true (even the age-old). Hanging on to what should or could be only gets us stuck, and keeps us from being able to view our prospects with clarity. You’ve got to let go of this and catalogue what is so that you know what the reality of the situation is.
2. Honest perspective- Have you really truly taken in other perspectives? Like, reeeallllllyyyyy tried. This means understanding the bigger picture, our role in the larger system, and getting clarity on your situation in context of what other people are going through. I know, I know, this seems in contradiction to the first consideration, but I don’t mean stopping on what could be, but understanding our situation in a larger manner to ensure we have not simply lost focus of a world in which we are the center staple.
3. Effort toward contentment- Have you truly tried to find meaning in your situation? This one is a big nod to my Vik (we’re cool like that). A la #2, Frankl points out that Holocaust survivors, POWs, terminally ill, etc. report being able to find meaning in the moment. They can still appreciate something, and feel a meaningful existence by something. This is not to shame goal-seeky people though guys. I mean, a little fire goes a long way… and under the tush pushes us to do some amazing stuff. But this is more like a gut check. Have you truly put effort into finding contentment and holding tight to it? The trick is that you should feel contentment and meaning that is not based on how you feel, but rather your contentment in being a bystander to great things and other people as well.
So here’s the deal. I feel like these are really important to try, BUT they are not the end of the road. Sometimes we do everything we can (these three things included) and still cannot find happiness. It’s not that we’re not trying hard enough, maybe it’s that whatever situation you’re in has run its course. And it’s time to move on. Like, these make up the timeless 90’s movie’s holy grail. If they don’t work, maybe you’ve really exhausted your time and effort, and/or you are STUCK (and probably bitter) and you’ll get your full mojo back after moving on. Of course, if someone keeps moving around and still feels pooty, there might be some other things to contend with- patterns are super revealing.
Due to my recent obsession with Fixer Upper (damn you Jo and Chip! Just kidding, love you BBFFFFFFFF4evassssss!!!), I have been revamping a few things at home. Lovely, lovely weekend therapy.
First, I took a look at my fireplace and knew it needed some work. It was bad. Of course, I love the rustic Jo and Chippyness (give me shiplap everywhere!!!) and I thought that might be perfect for the middle of fireplace. I also wanted to update the brick without doing the whitewash that’s popular right now because I love the red look. Here is the before (eek)-
It’s rough. BBBUUUTTTT look at the magic of the concrete stain!
And when it fully dries it really looks nice and natural.
Now, for the added wooden amazingness. I got standard (and cheap) 2x4s and a bunch of stains. It was super fun and really easy. I just layered and sanded. I LOVED the blue tinted and white stain, but I had to go easy because my husband lacks vision (and taste, not that I’m bitter, but I am).
And voila! I added some HomeGoods goods and am super happy with the results! For my bookish friends, I am smitten with myself over my theme- I pulled from my hoarded collection of books and decorated with banned books…in the fireplace..get it?!
OK, for time and space’s sake, I’ll add my refinished side table all together. I did a little work on the glass to make it look like mercury glass (with a vinegar and mirror glass spray paint party). It doesn’t, but I felt like it wasn’t a total Pinterest Fail because I am on a roll and choosing to be loyal. Leave it alone. Then, I used some good ‘ol chalk paint and did some distressing. Basically, I’m in love and we are getting married next week.
(PS- excuse the bad pictures and whatever that little piece of paper is next to the side table in the finished picture. I’m too lazy to take it again, so focus on the Buddha if it annoys our OCD tendencies as much as it does mine.)