If there is one thing I miss the most about teaching, it would be connecting with students and building relationships. Having the opportunity to make a difference in a child's life by simply letting them know that I KNOW THEM and that I care for them as a person, a learner, and an individual. It is after this kind of relationship has been formed that the real learning was able to take place. I miss the reward that came from seeing a child finally "get" something in their own way. Or when 25 out of my 30 students are lost in their writer's notebooks and let out a sigh of disappointment when I tell them it is time to line up for lunch. I miss knowing that I not only taught to the individual learner but that I connected with them. Taught in a way that doesn't get forgotten.
When I started writing my blog, I found myself not only sharing my most personal and vulnerable reflections and feelings with those of you reading, but I found a reward in being able to truly connect with others out there. I was surprised to discover how much I came to care about so many of you. And it was such a joy to read about your life, comment on your posts and respond to e-mail.
I miss this. I miss having this time to connect. And when I do find the time lately, I'm fitting in a run or telling myself that I MUST get to sleep.
Running, training, writing and connecting with others. These are big on my list. I know that there are seasons in life and that with those seasons come different priorities. I just want to say THANK YOU to all of you that continue to support and encourage me despite the fact that you might rarely hear back from me lately. It isn't for lack of desire or appreciation for you. Your comments always brighten my day and make me feel heard. Thank you. I promise I'll catch up one of these days.
Until then, I promised myself I'd be in bed before 11 since sleep is so crucial right now. I'll leave you with a sentence I wrote (in response to a question someone asked me for an interview of sorts) that made me feel horribly old (good thing I truly believe that age is a state of mind):
"In all sincerity, Brooks shoes are the best I've ever worn in almost twenty years of competitive and noncompetitive running."
What??! How did this happen that I can write a sentence like this and use "in almost twenty years"??! I mean, I still think of myself as 20 something (even though I'm 33). So weird. And I suppose I took several years off in that 20 to not run in races so technically it is more like 15 years. That's better. And that gives me more time for this body to set some big PR's. Right?
Hitting the hay,