I'm a planner. Have you noticed? I'm not exactly the most flexible person in the world.
In fact, when I student taught, my cooperating teacher only had one piece of constructive criticism: I need to be a little more flexible and open to "teachable moments."
So yeah, it's always been a bit of a struggle for me. I hate change--what can I say?
I'm pretty sure I hear God laughing right now.
My not-so-flexible self has been forced to live day-by-day, minute-by-minute, never knowing what tomorrow will bring. I have flown in medical transport helicopters twice in the last four months, have lived, walked, and driven in a big city, and have been away from my son way too often. Piles have erupted all over my house and my idea of cleaning up is shifting and reorganizing the piles. I've welcomed four strangers into my house, acknowledging that I can't do this alone, and entrusted my daughter in their care while I go to work, hoping and praying that I will not get an emergency phone call. While at work, I co-teach with a guy who is pretty much my polar opposite (oddly enough, we get along really well and I really enjoy working with him, even though he is not at all like me!). I have no idea what my job situation will be next year, which leaves me with many questions about financial security and insurance. I spend hours each day on the phone with people I'm forced to depend on for assistance and information. And I am in no way getting the nine hours of sleep I previously needed in order to function the next day. Now, I see that I really only need five or six...and a can of Coke with breakfast.
***giggle giggle giggle *** (God's getting a good laugh out of this one.)
All you can do is laugh, right? :)
In fact, when I student taught, my cooperating teacher only had one piece of constructive criticism: I need to be a little more flexible and open to "teachable moments."
So yeah, it's always been a bit of a struggle for me. I hate change--what can I say?
I'm pretty sure I hear God laughing right now.
My not-so-flexible self has been forced to live day-by-day, minute-by-minute, never knowing what tomorrow will bring. I have flown in medical transport helicopters twice in the last four months, have lived, walked, and driven in a big city, and have been away from my son way too often. Piles have erupted all over my house and my idea of cleaning up is shifting and reorganizing the piles. I've welcomed four strangers into my house, acknowledging that I can't do this alone, and entrusted my daughter in their care while I go to work, hoping and praying that I will not get an emergency phone call. While at work, I co-teach with a guy who is pretty much my polar opposite (oddly enough, we get along really well and I really enjoy working with him, even though he is not at all like me!). I have no idea what my job situation will be next year, which leaves me with many questions about financial security and insurance. I spend hours each day on the phone with people I'm forced to depend on for assistance and information. And I am in no way getting the nine hours of sleep I previously needed in order to function the next day. Now, I see that I really only need five or six...and a can of Coke with breakfast.
***giggle giggle giggle *** (God's getting a good laugh out of this one.)
All you can do is laugh, right? :)
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