You know...I have a tendency to begin things with great gusto. And then...my commitment fades, the guilt rises because I'm not "living up to the promise", and eventually I either throw in the towel and wait for a new surge of momentum, or I plug on through and hope that the cyclical nature of all things will apply, as always, and boost me back into the swing of productivity.
Feh.
The only thing I really do with great regularity is slack-off. I'm always behind, always stressing about getting ahead.
So here's what I've been up to...grading papers, two district-mandated tests, and making intimate connections with exhaustion. I even tried to read a book...Confessions of a Slacker Wife...but I never finished. How's that for irony?
But, tonight, I updated one of my blogs and am now working on my second, checked-in on Facebook, danced in my living room with my son and played Simon Says (and for the first time, he actually mimicked my every move), took a nice hot bath and read another chapter in the appalling sequel to Twilight (I have to, my students are in love with Edward, and if I can't relate, I can't relate...so I'm doing what I have to do, begrudgingly.)
And here I am to simply say, I'm trying. And I haven't given up. And to make it up to myself, not only am I checking in, but I'm offering a word, a writer, some music, and some bizarre food for thought, since I've missed two weeks of them...and I'm not going to hold myself to deadlines I can't keep...even if I'm the only one reading my blog...it's silly to make it so routine when this is simply supposed to be an outlet for my stifled creativity. Go me for making fun into work...and see where it got me?
So there.
And here...to begin...a song that always makes me feel better. There simply isn't a way I can be mad when I hear it...plus, it just gives me the warm fuzzies...pair this up with a fast drive or a stiff drink and it's better than therapy (and a helluvalot cheaper and easier to replicate).
Writer of the Week: a whole group, actually. I just got done showing "Freedom Writers" to my class, and we are in the midst of an intense unit on social injustice and intolerance in the U.S. that will lead us into a research project on our roots (an ancestry study). My students are 12-13, and were quite affected by the film. The actual story on which it is based was born into word through The Freedom Writers Diary. It's pretty inspiring to think that writing can be so cathartic. It's also a beautiful thing to see my students discussing the importance of reading and writing in understanding yourself, your history, and the world around you. There is also an excellent teaching guide you can purchase separately...and a 3rd book called "Teach with Your Heart". A nice threesome to add to any teacher's professional library. Visit the official website: http://www.freedomwritersfoundation.org
Word for the Weekend:
per·spi·ca·cious (adj.)
Having or showing penetrating mental discernment; clear-sighted.
[From Latin, to look through; see perspective.]
perspi·cacious·ly adv.
perspi·cacious·ness n.
A trait which I do not often possess.
Sweetest dreams.
P.S. Do you ever feel like this? And why is it that I can't get over the misspelling of "beginning"?
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