As we get older, we tend to live the same year over and over again, and still call it living. It’s usually not intentional and it’s a common habit for us to fall into. I think some of it stems from fear of change, and some of it stems from a sense of responsibility. However, I’ve come to realize that we only have this one life, and I don’t want to waste it falling into my own version of the movie, Groundhog’s Day.
One of my absolute favorite things to do is to take road trips. Each summer I try to travel to a new place. I love the experiences that happen along the way. I love the intimate moments of meeting strangers, and running into beautiful places that I couldn’t have possibly imagined exist in real life. And most of all I love the inspiration I get to continue creating my artwork.
I truly believe that life should be an adventure. If we make the mistake of looking back all of the time, we miss what lies ahead. As many of my readers know I’ve come to embrace change instead of fear it, and let me tell you that life has been infinitely better.
So this summer as soon as the school year lets out, this art teacher is dusting her feet of this big city and heading out to Virginia. I’m packing up the Jeep full of art supplies, crappy food and loud rock music, and hitting the open road.
Why did I share this story with you? I suppose it's a reminder that you too have the power to create your own adventures and only you can make them happen. So if you’re stuck in a rut, snap out of it for goodness sake, and go experience something amazing!
"I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me."
I must say that this has been the darkest of winters as far back as I can remember. Never have I felt as surrounded by ill will, suffering and anger as I have these past few months. There were loved ones going through the most difficult kinds of heart ache, I experienced broken relationships with those closest to me, and at work I came across some of the most challenging behavior students I have had thus far in my teaching career. It seemed as if the light would never return.
But something amazing happened this week. It was almost as if some sort of magical door opened and brought the light back into my life. I didn’t even try; it just happened. It was one of those weeks where I made it through every green light on my way to work. I have a new group of students who are once again amazing, fun and kind. Relationships are slowly repairing themselves and others that are not-so-good are dissolving naturally as they should. It feels as though balance has been restored, along with my sanity.
I suppose it's good to go through these dark experiences from time to time so that when the light comes back, we appreciate it that much more. And as always with every experience, good, bad, or absolutely terrible, we can learn from these situations if we choose to reflect on them.
So the moral of this story is just when you think you can’t take anymore and you’re sitting in a dark, empty room with no way out, know that with absolute certainty, the light will find its way back to you.
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