In my last post was I admitted that I am an Introvert.
I also mentioned that introverts get kind of a bad rap.
As Jonathan Rauch claims in his article on How to Care for Your Introvert, most people in our society are extroverts. And why not? It is way more socially acceptable to be an extrovert, than it is to be an introvert.
I married an extrovert.
Being social and chatty and part of the action is who he is. I'm pretty sure those things attracted me to him. It's so cliche, but that whole "opposites attract" thing has quite a bit of truth to it.
Mr. D is different than I am. And for the record, I admire these qualities in him. They make me cringe sometimes, but generally, his social adeptness is pretty awesome.
Interacting with people recharges his engine. He loves the social thing. It makes him glow from the inside out.
Being an extrovert is not a flaw. It's just part of who he is.
A lovely part.
In case you didn't know, I am an introvert.
I am quiet, sensitive, introspective, observant.
I would rather stay in the comfort of my home than go to a late night soiree. I would rather mix and mingle with a few close friends than be swarmed by a sea of strangers. I like to read books and listen to music. Sometimes when I am driving alone, I sit in silence. No music, no chatter, just me and my thoughts.
Lately my thoughts are REALLY loud. They interuppt much. I don't like it, but I suppose that's part of being an introvert and part of that transformation.
Being an introvert is not always looked upon as being a good thing. If you need proof, read this article from Jonathan Rauch at The Atlantic.
Being an introvert is not a flaw, but it is part of who I am.
A lovely part.
Change is hard, difficult, challenging, frustrating, nerve-wracking, annoying, trying, exhausting, painful and even excruciating at times.
But within that change things can be beautiful, new, exciting, exhilarating, fresh, amazing, authentic and fabulous.
I know nobody said this life was easy, but sometimes I wish there was more beauty and less stress, less hurt.
The transformation takes time.
Time means we have to be patient.
Patience is REALLY hard, especially in this Ihavetohaveitrightnowinstantgratificationfilledworld.
Like everything else, patience takes practice.
So I wait.
I focus on the good, the positive, the beauty.
I wait for the transformation to complete its cycle in it's own time, in it's own way.
Today marks the official first day of summer! My kiddos LOVE summer! Who doesn't really? Summer means late night sleepovers, no alarm clocks, pool time, sun tans, lazy days, yummy fresh fruit, air conditioning, fireflys, movie marathons, bare feet, the smell of sunscreen, lighter hair, etc...
To honor the beginning of summer here is a special message from Kid President:
Summer is awesome!
But, in light of those kiddos whose summer might not be so awesome, please watch, re-watch, share or "like" this video.
Happy 1st day of summer!
It has been a while. A long, long while.
I've been doing a lot of thinking. A whole lot.
I've also been doing a lot of reading. And, a lot of writing...just not here, not for public consumption. I've been journaling for me.
What exactly have I been reading and writing and thinking about?
So very many things. The list is endless.
My mind never feels at rest even while I sleep.
One of the biggest things I have been thinking about is forgiveness.
Like love, forgiveness is not a feeling. It is an action. Forgiveness must be practiced every day. Some days I practice it quite well and other days I completely suck at it. But, I keep trying.
One of the things I used to say in the classroom was that practice doesn't make perfect, practice makes permanent. And so, I keep practicing the art of forgiveness.
Here is a gem I found over at The Daily Positive:
Yesterday during tutoring, my little reader read about Muhammed Ali. At first, my little reader had no clue who he was. We talked a little, she read about him and then we did a search for him on the internet. I love helping little readers make real world connections. When they read about something or someone on paper and then see real life photos or videos, their little eyes get bright and their faces light up almost as if you can see the connection right as it happens. Bringing something to life makes the learning so much more meaningful. To me real life learning is powerful. To me, real life learning should never end.
One of the things my little reader and I discovered is that today happens to be Muhammed Ali's birthday. I love that my little reader used her math skills to determine that he is 72 years old. On our little discovery journey, I was reminded just how important Muhammed Ali is to our culture and history. I saw him in the big picture sense, that real world connection. Though I do not know Muhammed Ali personally, I found a personal connection to him. His determination and his beliefs reminded me of my own private struggles. He is a fighter and a believer. And so am I.
Happy Birthday, Champ.
My step dad was an awesome storyteller. So many nights I would fall alseep listening to him tell me made up stories. Night after night he told a slightly different version of the same story, changing a few details here and there. Back then, it wasn't the story that mattered. No, what mattered was the lull of his voice sending me off to dreamland. What mattered was the time he spent making sure I was safe and sound and fast asleep. What mattered was that he was there creating a connection with me.
Like my step dad, Mr. D. is a fabulous storyteller. Often I will listen to him tell a story from his youth only to embellish the truth a little here and alot there. This added fluff is an inherent family trait and the mark of a creative storyteller.
I choose to write my stories down. It feels better to me. It works for me. Perhaps that's why I choose to document our life by scrapbooking.
Here is A Tiny Love Story that I recently found. It is one of my new favorites. I love it because it is a small story within the bigger picture. I love it because they are still telling their story. And, so am I.
Many thoughts fill my brain this morning about the year that was, many cliched thoughts actually. Thoughts like, out with the old and in with the new and so long, farewell,aufwiedersehn, goodnight. I am more than happy to close, no, make that slam the door on this year. After a recent visit with my dad, he is in agreement. His year was a challenge as well. His reasoning? Superstition. Triskaidecaphobia. We should have known that this year would be tough simply because the year included the unlucky number thirteen. It is with ease that I say so long to 2013.
As in year's past, Mr. D and I have particpated in our own One Little Word project. Mostly our project consists of choosing a word, sharing and discussing it with each other and living up to our respective words in our own way. One of my favorite aspects of choosing one word is the endless possibilities. There are simply too many words that are appropriate, words that could translate into greatness, words that could define what I want in the coming year. It is almost daunting to try to narrow the coming year into one word. Per usual, Mr. D. came up with his word easily while I pondered the options until today, the final day of the year. Our words are actually very similiar, perhaps a variation of the same meaning or intention. I don't think I realized just how similar the words were until I looked up their respective meanings in the dictionary. I think it's kinda cool, actually, that our words align with each other. It says a lot about us, about where we are in our journey, about where we are headed, about our committments both to each other as well as to our children and our families. For now, our words will remain private and personal. Perhaps in a few days or weeks as we begin to bring life to our words we will share them with you. In the meantime, what is your one little word for 2014?
Happy New Year to you!
Music has and always will be a HUGE part of my life. I can remember cranking up the music in my room so that I could sing or dance along. I can also remember saving up enough money to buy my own album. Yes, I said album, as in vinyl. My kids have no idea what that means. I loved Cheap Trick's single I Want You to Want Me and I HAD to have it. I think I was like seven years old. When I finally had enough money, I splurged on the entire album, not just the 45. Alas, my music collection was born.
How ironic that 14 years later I would meet a man who claimed that song as one of his own all time favorites. How ironic that to this day, Mr. D. and I cannot listen to this song without turning up the volume REALLY loud. How ironic that to this day, the lyrics of this song hold so much truth and weight and value.
Music transcends time, reminds us of what is important, brings back memories. Music can put a bounce in our step or a tear in our eye. Music is powerful. Music is a friend when we feel alone. Music helps find the words when we cannot find them within ourselves.
Oh yes, I have always been a lover of music.