A Day in the Life of a Master(s) of Education

You ever thought about doing something,  but didn't because you just knew you would regret it almost immediately. For years, the question of what if floated in my mind. What if, just this one time I didn't expect the worst? What if, it's not as bad as I think it will be? What if? I've been toying with this decision for years, literally. Yesterday, several factors came to a head and I made the decision to roll the dice....and I don't regret it. There are no negative feelings in my mind or my heart. Now, that's not to say that there won't ever be. That's still a possibility in the game called life. However, in this moment I am glad I waited and I'm glad it happened. Now the question is...what's next?? Until next post...laters

Have you ever been in the middle of a decision that you interherly knew was a shit decision but on the other hand figured if it worked out couldn't be the worst??? That's were I am tonight, stuck between a rock and a hard place. Literally and figuratively.  I'm divided.  Half of me says if I go this way and I deal with the impending consequences, is it worth the risk? The other half counters with everyone involved has the same amount to lose so their input is equal if not more. This crossroads is not new for me. I've been here before. Yet, before it seemed almost easier to make the decisions. Now.......not as much. So here we are at the beginning,  should I stay or should I go? Until next post....laters

I've realised that I've been posting here a lot. Not that it's a bad thing. In fact it's probably helpful. An outlet for my thoughts and feelings that I reflect upon. Moments in time where something or someone weighed on my mind so I felt the need to document it. Today was a mentally tough day. Work is good but full of so many ups and downs and considerations and worry if I'm going about it the "right way". On the way to finishing up my day while listening to NPR and actually getting angry at the general state of the world I live in, I saw some little black kids playing in the street. I derived so much joy from that. It reminded me of days that I did the same with my friends and family.  It also reminded me of why I have to keep doing what I'm doing. Though at times it feels like it's not enough or not sufficient, in the end so one like kept going on mentally tough days while I played in the streets. I'm going to do the same. These moments matt...

My entire life...I've been an individual. I'm not saying it like some PBS special or as a cry for attention and acceptance. Nor am I saying as a self gratifying statement of superiority. I understand and readily accept that every person is an INDIVIDUAL and no two people are ever the same. I've never ever found anyone like me, anyone who thought like me, found the same things funny in the same way I do. EVER. At least not fully. I've come across individuals who share common interests here and there, people who like most of the things I do or have the same thoughts and opinions of some matters as myself. To that point, I've never found someone who was more than 50% in sync with me. I constantly find myself "chameleoning" as I refer to it. Expressing certain thoughts and views based solely on who I am surrounded by though I try to remain 100% genuine to my own opinions, thoughts and feelings. I won't change how I feel about something simply because of wh...