I remember sitting on a picnic bench eating ice cream with my good friends Chris and Lauren right before I moved out of Rochester last year. I had come to terms with the fact that I wasn’t going to get a job in the next 24 hours and needed to move home for an undetermined amount of time. Chris asked me how long I thought I’d be there before I found a job and moved again? I said I thought that if I was still there by the time the holidays arrived, that would be a really long time.
I was floating down a river in Montana when I realized I loved football more than just about anything else in the world.
It was one of the first stops on the road trip. I was working on a flower farm in Montana for a few days, and after a very long day at farmers markets the day prior and a very long day weeding the day prior to day, my host thought it would be nice to go on a trip down the Flathead River to relax.
The Flathead is gorgeous. I’ve never seen water so clear … Continue reading
The other night I helped my friend Erin set up her 4th grade classroom. It’s something I’ve done before when I’m here at home before school starts, and we always have a good time arranging furniture and putting up bulletin boards and getting everything in order for the year to come.
As we were leaving we poked our heads into a few other classrooms, seeing how other teachers had set up their rooms. And out of the blue I had a sinking feeling in my stomach, thinking about how that could have been my life. I could have … Continue reading
God…are you sending me motivational fortune cookies?
It took me awhile to catch onto what that fortune actually meant – that in sowing seeds of success, you’ll eventually enjoy a harvest of success. When I first read it, I thought it was like this Vince Lombardi quote:
“I’ve never known a man worth his salt who, in the long run, deep down in his heart, didn’t appreciate the grind, the discipline.”
I’ve always loved that quote. And to be honest, I kind of like that interpretation of the fortune cookie better. You don’t pay a price for success, … Continue reading
“What’s your dream?”
“What’s my what?” I asked, hoping for a different question the second time around.
“What’s your dream? What do you want to do with your life?”
Nope. Same question. And no good answer.
It was my junior year of college. I had just changed my major from elementary education to English after trying really hard to love being a teacher. I slugged it out for five semesters, but when it came time to sign up for student teaching…I couldn’t pull the trigger. The prospect of spending a whole semester teaching (perish the thought) was enough to shut … Continue reading