Sometimes the Paintbrush Chooses the Colors

"You cannot teach a man anything; you can only help him find it within himself."

~Galileo

Can I just say that I'm exhausted? Cause I am. Wow.

Those kids drained me today. I taught them about prepositions and introduced them to prepositional phrases. Try explaining prepositions to a captive audience of 12 year olds. Yea-- not happening. They're not too interested. Can you blame them?

It might have required me to dance, act, and sing. I'd die if anyone from my real life would have spied the insanity.

One kid actually said, "I like this preposition stuff. It's fun."

"Well, hallelujah," I secretly sighed.

But, regardless, we learned together. We're ready for day two of prepositions. Good stuff, I tell you.

It looks like next year is going to be bringing some big changes my way. I'm excited. Very, very excited. Who would have ever thought I originally wanted to be a kindergarten teacher? It's funny/interesting/strange/ironic (you choose the word, ok?) how life plays out. I never really saw myself working with older kids. But dare I say that I really like them? They're hysterical and sensitive and they kind of get it.

If nothing else, I am reminded of how very real life is. I'm continually understanding that the picture is big and that sometimes the paintbrush chooses the best, most fitting colors.

I suppose we are all works in progress. I enjoy the adventure and find crazy joy in the mystery surrounding each new day. I mean, if all the gumballs were pink, life would be pretty boring.

I'm off to begin a new chapter, saddle up to a daunting challenge, embrace a crazy big responsibility.... Sometimes, ya just have to jump-- feet first.

....Geronimo!