|About four feet of snow tell us spring is not quite here!|
Sometimes you have to just simply accept that perfect is never going to happen. And that's okay.Let me share an example from my own life. As a university student, my major was for teaching high school English. I loved to write, and high school English was where I felt very comfortable.
And after graduating, I have taught high school English. For four out of the approximately ten years that I have taught.
The other years, I have taught E.S.L. to adults, grade two, alternative high school, junior high Social Studies, and substitute teaching, where you teach almost every class in the school (even gym -- groan.)
Do I wish I could teach high school English? Well, that is my ideal, yes. I absolutely love the deep discussions, love helping students communicate. I love literature.
My ideal year of teaching was right before I met my gorgeous husband-to-be. It was the perfect set-up: teaching 100% English, with a shot of Drama the side. Perfecto.
But ... it wasn't meant to be. That blissful year came to an end, and as the newcomer to the division, the job went to someone else, who wanted to move up from teaching junior high English.
Perfection came to an end, and I was moved down to teach grades five/six. I felt so out of my comfort zone, that I ended up leaving the division. And moving me and all my boxes across the country.
|This was my future husband helping me move across Canada|
Plus, the place where I had moved (for love -- read that story here), had worse employment rates than my home province.
I did other things. Worked for Statistics Canada. Then taught alternative school. Started writing again.
And then I taught grade six. Yes, if you remember, grade six was the level I had turned down before, because it was out of my comfort zone.
And it still was. Out of my comfort zone, that is. But I worked really hard to learn the curriculum, to learn how to reach 11 and 12 year old kids.
For two years. Then, I decided to go back to writing. I was just exhausted from stretching myself, feeling like it would never be good enough: my teaching, my classroom, me.
I re-started this blog, printed up business cards, and started writing for the local paper.
|View of Lake Winnipeg, in the early morning.|
I did. Now, a two-month contract has stretched into six months. And I am looking at coming back next year.
What changed? What changed was me. I finally saw that things don't have to be perfect. I stopped longing for that perfect job, and just started accepted the life that I have been given right now.
My house is not perfect. I am not perfect, and my classroom is not perfect.
And that's okay. I will only do what I can. And it feels pretty good. I started to finally learn to live this verse:
"...for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content."
--- Phillipians 4:11b
|My kitty, Jo, demonstrating complete relaxation yesterday.|
And remember: those things that are the hardest, will eventually become the things that make you the strong person for others who are walking the journey behind you.
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