Yup!  Sometimes I'm even having too much fun.
     Just the other day, my daughters and I were trying to see who could swing the highest.  I wish you could have seen their faces when they thought that my swing was going to flip over the top.  LOL!  I almost busted a gut laghing.
     I hope you find some time for fun.  If you're stuck, drop me a note and we can have fun as virtual friends.
Hugs!
-Susan

Change, as much as I have resisted it... Change has happened and change has made me a stronger person.

     Exciting and creative new ways to teach science to 3rd, 4th and 5th grade students are churning within me!  The students had a "greenhorn" for a teacher this year.  Yes, we've all been there, and I remember my early days as if they were yesterday, but... science is not an easy subject to teach.  There were plenty of struggles, tears and problems with the curriculum.  The teacher is moving because she is at the bottom of the ladder and she was bumped.  I asked her about the curriculum yesterday, and she informed me that she was taking it all with her.  Yikes!  Start from scratch?!?  Ego... be quiet!  I'm capable, I'm seasoned and I love science.  I can do this, and I will.  New ideas, new frontiers... another opportunity for growth and a chance to strengthen my skills as a teacher.

Balance.  Letting go of the past and embracing the future.  Balance.

Meaning usually reveals itself to me.  Sometimes it is in the form of a look, or a part of a conversation... other times, it comes to me on the heels of a stranger - just at the right time.  Meaning can be in the details - the nooks and crannies of life.  I try to stay open to the idea that even when I don't understand something or when I'm being stuborn, there is meaning somewhere, and sooner or later I'll understand.

One of my all-time, favorite childhood memories happened during our first visit to Cape Cod.  My brother and I were excited to explore new territory... we had never seen such huge grasshoppers before.  We spent the entire afternoon of our first day on the Cape catching grasshoppers in the tall grass in front of our cottage.

The next morning, my brother and I woke up itchy and covered with a rash.  My mother thought that we were allergic to the laundry detergent.  She called Mrs. Hatter, the owner, over.  Mrs. Hatter took one look at us and chuckled.  "So, I see that you children have gotten yourselves into a little bit of poison ivy, didn't you?"

So began our summer ritual of somehow tango-ing with the leaves of three... we didn't know how to just let them be.  Our poison ivy rashes seemed to get worse with each passing year.  One year, my brother's eyes even swelled shut.  It got so bad, that if I touch poison ivy, I have the rash before the sun sets - that very, same day. 

I'm even itching just thinking about it!

I have some things that bother me.  I know if I would just let them go, they wouldn't be a problem.  Sometimes the letting go part, is the most difficult.