I have had the question put to me several times in the last few years as I have walked through my journey of returning to school… “Why?” Followed by.. “I could never go back to school; it was too hard the first time.” or “Good for you!” etc.
It has been a journey and I have enjoyed 99.9% of it. It is challenging and it does make my brain hurt but growth is uncomfortable or so I have always been told. It certainly seems to be my experience. I have 2 semesters left and I will be walking across the stage once more for my Bachelor’s degree. I received my Associates last year and it was a thrill. I have been inducted into the Beta Gamma Sigma business honor society, Phi Theta Kappa and The Honors Society. Hard work has been worth all of it and my goal is to graduate Summa Cum Laude. So we shall see what happens between now and then. I am excited and honored to be a student at University of Texas @ Tyler and I can’t wait to see what life has waiting for me on the other side. But in the meantime.. I am enjoying my journey. And I am blessed beyond words to have those who have supported me through this walk and saw me through when I had doubt… and there have been times when I wanted to quit! Thank you!! I love you beyond measure!! ❤
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice – though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do – determined to save the only life you could save.
Soo.. a fellow blogger issued a challenge to me. Thanks Eli! I could come up with all kinds of excuses why I haven’t written anything as of late, but they would be lame and unoriginal.
The truth is I am not really sure why I haven’t written lately. Before graduation I had school to use as an excuse and that was legit. Between papers, books and projects, it really lent very little time to the indulgence of writing for “me” which is how I see blogging. Don’t get me wrong, I write! I just don’t post… I wrote book reviews, political analysis and political reflections for my classes which I really enjoyed. I wrote essays and projects on Presidential assassinations which I also loved doing but I also started a piece on boxes. Hmmm… why would you write about boxes you ask? Well, it is something that has been floating around in my head for a few days, months… ok years! And I finally got around to putting it down on paper. It is my go to analogy.
Once upon a time there was a book written by Bill and Pam Farrel called Men are like Waffles-Women are like Spaghetti. In it, they describe the psyche of men and women perfectly (in my opinion). Basically they say men are like waffles because they can compartmentalize every aspect of their life….job, family, parents, kids, football, yardwork… etc you get the idea. No matter what compartment they are operating in, they can keep it (and the emotions) separate from all of the other compartments and the twain shall never meet! But that isn’t the way women are wired. We are like spaghetti because we are all over the plate and EVERYTHING is connected! Ahhhh!
Personally I happen to think we are all a little bit of both. I have known some women who are champions at sectioning off parts of themselves from other things and people. I do that to some degree. However, I have also known men who are like spaghetti and all over the place! Drives me nuts! I think the best way for all of us to operate is to not only understand how the other sex is wired, but also try to be more like both, waffles and spaghetti. Women should learn to put things into boxes while knowing everything we do, see, feel and touch is connected to us. MEN.. You guys need to understand how we think! We don’t usually put things in boxes and separate them from the other stuff. To us when you forget to call on your way home, to say you will be late, that it tells us you do not care how it has affected A LOT of things and has caused a domino effect you are totally oblivious to. So when you walk in the door and we are angry at you, it is about MUCH more than simply forgetting to call even if it was totally innocent and had never happened before. If we yell at you on the phone about being late, we probably don’t truly care so much that you are late; we see that as a symbol of not caring for our feelings. The real problem lies in the fact that WE have no clue that is why we are yelling at you so how can we possibly get YOU to understand why we are yelling at you. All you know is someone is yelling so you are going to yell back! Sound familiar???
Bottom line! I am doing some research and working on expanding my box analogy to help people figure out what their boxes are and how to utilize them the best way. In other words….? Learn from what I have figured out on how to deal with life and not have the stupid clown jumping out of your box unannounced and slapping us because we forgot we stuffed the damn thing down and tried to pretend it wasn’t there. Pop goes the weasel!
Yep! I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane and YEP! I loved it and I will do it again! It’s been a long time since I did it the last time, but it is one of those events in one’s life that marks time. It has been 27 years since the last time I went skydiving. My daughter was only 2 at the time and my hubby thought I would do it once and have it out of my system. Nope… I did it 3 times and would have kept doing it but he said he did not want to be the single dad of a toddler and asked me not to jump again, so I didn’t. 🙂
I have always talked about it though and recommended it to a lot of people. When I turned 50, I started talking about going again and this time I had full support from hubby! Then a friend sent me a text last week and said she wanted to go! So naturally I made plans and we went!! What a wonderful experience! Better than any ride at Six Flags, Disney World or Universal!
The most common excuse I have heard is “I’m afraid of heights!” Ok, I get that. I’m not, but strange as it may sound, you never feel like you are falling.
The hardest part is opening the door and jumping out without passing out. However, if you are strapped to a tandem pilot, you kind of have no choice. But once you are out, the feeling is incredible. Even with the ground 10,000 feet below, you never feel like you are falling. The wind is in your face at about 120 MPH which is the same sensation as being on the back of a motorcycle going 120 MPH until the shute opens.
Even then, there is peacefulness as you are coming down. You are floating to the ground and then you just stand up. It really IS that simple!!!
I had no fear! I trusted my pilot and had complete confidence in his ability. My guy.. Marcus has about 7000 jumps under his belt and jumps on average 10 times a day. It is a wonderful feeling and I can’t wait to do it again!
I KNOW!! I’m crazy!! But you know what???? This is what I will say at the end of my life! “I, I did it all I owned every second that this world could give I saw so many places, the things that I did With every broken bone, I swear I lived!”