*Deep Breath*

I would love to say something funny and insightful this week. I really would. But next week is finals week and I have to grade.

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Sustenance

The title looks like it should be on a ‘Word of the day’ calendar. “And today, our focus is on how to keep ourselves going!” So much of our lives right now must focus on what exactly it takes to survive, what we need to have, and what can we go without. This sustained ‘fight, flight, or numb’ state is causing us to reevaluate often even throughout a single day.

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National Guard helps deal with food shortages in Indiana. Click here to read the article.

For some, it’s all about food. Weeks ago, I would overhear people talking about how much food they had in their pantry, how long they thought they could go without grocery shopping. I have never been more grateful for my giant freezer taking up a wall of my garage as though it were a workbench. Sure, we still need to find fresh produce and replace what we run out of, but if even the stores closed down, we would survive for quite a while.

For others, the concern was making sure their comforts were met. Paper products (something that everyone uses but most of us could live without) flew off the shelves and were impossible to find. Videogame and book sales spiked as people looked at the possibility of entertaining themselves for long periods. Webcams and microphones were on back-order.

Some thought they would use this time to nest and catch up on the projects they hadn’t had time to do. Hardware stores were crowded and paint stores could hardly mix fast enough. If they couldn’t go anywhere, people decided to make their home the perfection they saw in their mind, one afternoon at a time. I admit, I took this approach to a degree, but in my defense, I had planned for a spring break of a week before it became spring-break-for-an-indeterminate-amount-of-time.

Some didn’t have any of these options. Some were caught unawares and weren’t even home when everything started. I have a friend who hopes to finally go home to her four children Saturday, two weeks after she and her husband returned from a business trip to find the world had changed. Some don’t have the income to stock up on food or paper products, and I feel their fear every time I think for a few minutes.

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I had a short-term plan, as I said, to work on a few projects that would cascade to other projects. I was going to try to get as far as I could before I ran out of spring break. I had a plan to finally read a few books, something I haven’t felt the luxury to do for a few years (Becoming by Michelle Obama was finally available on Great Lakes Digital Library, so it seemed meant). With the girls both in school for a good portion of the day, I would be able to spend some time on upcoming classwork, some time on my projects, and some time to myself.

That, of course, quickly changed. By the end of that spring break week, I knew that I was going to be teaching online instead of in a classroom. By the end of the week after that, I knew that my children would be home with me most of the time for the foreseeable future. Also by the end of the second week, I knew that my husband’s work was staying open, but that they were willing to be flexible to accommodate childcare.

As I mentioned above, I wasn’t worried about food, and we had a good stock of paper products to hold us over (still going!). My short-term plans were lengthened and revised to include entertainment, education, and refereeing for the ballerina-princess-ninja-super-heroes. We are beyond lucky to be of a demographic that has electronic devices and educational games.

Now we’ve been at this thing for a while, and while the plans keep changing, the way they change is to lengthen the time we’re all still here. Planning is vague, and any dates that are put forth have the potential of changing. We’re all in a constant state of waiting.

So what are we actually doing while we’re waiting? Yes, we’re eating and using paper products and nesting, but how are we actually using this time at home? We’re not working our day jobs (many of us aren’t anyway). We’re not going to the gym. We’re home to flatten the curve and save our families, neighbors, and friends.

That alone is huge, yet I feel like we can be home for something more, as well. While we’re home saving our society, we can be home for other important reasons, too. We can be home to find ourselves again. We can find our sustenance.

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What path have you chosen? Where did it split? Where could it merge? Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Some folks are lucky that what creates income also sustains their spirit, and that is beautiful. Some of us have jobs that are fulfilling and lovely, too, but we have something else pulling us in a different direction. The directions may all be ‘up’, but a different path. I don’t feel that I’ve strayed from a path so much as explored a different fork and am now looking for a way to merge back toward where I was.

I’m looking for what used to sustain me and could sustain me again. Being lucky enough that the rest of my sustenance is taken care of, I’m looking to find out what I have been missing. What has my soul been starving for that I didn’t notice?

Here I am, writing once again, seeking sustenance in a creative outlet. I might veer from this path often, but I always end up back here, trying to merge paths, no matter how much traffic swirls around me. If I can find a path that will carry me a little further than I made it last time, maybe it will be the path I stay on. Maybe the traffic won’t crowd me off this road where I struggle to stay on track. Maybe I can finally find out where it will lead.

So my challenge to you is to find your own sustenance-not the physical stuff that we’re all taking care of every day, but the needs that you have forgotten about. The ones that have been screaming to be met for years, but were drowned out by the traffic on the path that you chose to take. It might be worth merging when your ‘real-life’ picks back up.

Life will not go back to ‘normal’ when this is over, anyway. Let’s try to build a better normal as we explore the new world we’ll build.

New Year, Old Me

Another time of year that encourages reflection (Or maybe it’s just me?). New Year’s Resolutions are abundant and often forgotten or ignored as February nears. By the time we’re getting our tax papers, they’re not even given a thought.

The impetus to start over again, to try something new that we haven’t tried before is

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He looks just as confused as I feel! From http://redcrosspharmacy.com/new-year-resolutions/

encouraged in our society as a way to make our lives exciting or interesting again. It’s certainly not a new concept – The Babylonians were making New Year’s resolutions 4,000 years ago. The idea of New Year, New Start, New You is perpetuated in every corner of popular culture and especially in advertising and media.

 

I feel a little guilted into making resolutions every year. I am generally happy with who I am until the advertisements start with, “Are you tired of saggy, baggy eyes?” or “Lose those twenty pounds once and for all!” that are encouraging us to make resolutions to ‘make ourselves better’ — or at least buy their products in an attempt to make ourselves better.

But it’s hard not to see a new year full of possibilities and make ourselves a few promises. I’ll try not to yell at my kids so much this year. I want to feed my family better this year — I’ll try to cook at least a couple times a week. I’ll sit down an write at least some more. These promises made to ourselves or our families or the universe are resolutions to take those possibilities and make everything better in our immediate surroundings.

 

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Don’t forget to be awesome!

For me, I seem to make the same resolution every year, because if I can continue to accomplish this one thing, it will hopefully make everything better in my life and therefore in my family’s life, my work life, etc. That one, ongoing resolution is this: to connect to myself and connect myself to all of the pieces of my life. I feel like if I can accomplish this on an ongoing basis, my work life, my home life, my external life, and my internal life will all find balance and work better together. There are some more specifics that crop up every now and then (a recommitment to yoga tends to come up often), but the overall goal is the same every year, every resolution, every time I remember that I need it. Not to find a new me, but to support and sustain the old me as best as I can.

 

I can haz accomplishment

I am an English teacher. On forced sabbatical at the moment, perhaps, but I am an English teacher. Moreover, I’m the daughter, niece, and granddaughter of editors, and just about everyone in my family compulsively edits everything and everyone around them. We are so known for this that friends and even family members purposely misuse words just to bug us (FUNNER IS NOT A WORD, COREY!!!). Ahem.

Netspeak

Whole phrases condensed down to three characters.

As a result, most people would assume that I am not a fan of netspeak. The shortening of words or substitution of numbers for letters so they are easier for people to type (especially on phones) has invaded every part of our written society. I have actually had to correct netspeak out of research papers, though not much.

Many think it’s a sign of laziness. Many also believe that it will cause kids to grow up not understanding how to write or spell anything because they are too used to abbreviations or substitutions and don’t understand that netspeak is not an appropriate form of communication in many settings. It has been suggested that netspeak and text speak will ruin all of the hard work of literacy programs for this current generation.

I don’t agree with any of those nay-sayers. Not only did I grow up in the generation that wrote the first netspeak, but I also have been part of the generation that has made texting a crucial technology for survival. I was one of the first people I know who knew where “I can haz cheeseburger” came from.

Studies have shown exactly the opposite effect to what aforementioned nay-sayers think will happen. This upcoming generation is one of the most literate, though perhaps not the best read. They spend their lives looking at text, most of which has automatic spell checkers actively looking for spelling and grammatical errors. Many of my students have had better grammatical skills than I have, and I have personally noticed a drop in misspellings and grammatical errors in un-edited papers that I’ve graded.

I also have always been fascinated by language and the ways it changes or stays the same. I would often tell people that I was going to college to get an English degree so that I could make up words.

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The Munchkin compels you!

So netspeak is just another form of communication. One that has its place in the world. One that really doesn’t belong some places, but that can be a really fun tool for those who are interested in using it. One should always be prepared, though, and find out how BEST to use it before they start spouting ‘L33t Sp34k’ or typing with numbers. I am an English teacher, after all, and I always encourage learning proper communication.

Tx 4 da r34d!

Not-So-Back-To-School

I think I’ve mentioned on here that I went back to college with the intention of teaching. We have four or five colleges within reasonable commuting distance (I’ve driven most of an hour to get places from home for most of my life).

 

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Books, technology, and fuel. Not necessarily in order of importance.

 

On a whim (or an empty bank account, anyway), I applied for a teaching position about six years ago and didn’t have the credentials to actually get it. That was when I realized that I really wanted to teach. This desire came as quite a surprise for me since I had spent five years of my Undergraduate career explaining to everyone that I was a writer and that I was NOT intending to teach.

I explored these feelings a bit more and realized further that I really believe that teaching is the way to make our world a better place. Teaching children to not hate someone out of fear or a misplaced sense of entitlement. Teaching people in our isolated part of the country that it’s important to reach out and become a part of the greater world surrounding us. Teaching and learning from a group of people who might not even LIKE English class.

Through Graduate school and a little bit after, I got to exercise those muscles and expand on the answer to, “Why is education so important?” I took entire classes that helped me figure out how to teach what I think my students need to know. I taught some incredible people how and why to have confidence on the page.

And it was just as awesome as I thought it would be. I was in a community and a position where I felt like I belonged and was doing something really important.

Misty 1st Avenue by Kathryn Morski. https://kathrynsopinion.wordpress.com/

The future is a little foggy

And now… I’m not. First I explored why I really really want to teach and finding all of those reasons to go back to school (taking the time a money to prepare myself for this career) and then I actually got to experience teaching. I loved the connection and education of a room full of people. Now, it is really hard for me to be in what I see as a holding pattern.

I understand that jobs in my specific line of work aren’t that easy to come by and I will have to be patient. I know that looking back I will probably be glad that I am not teaching three college classes right now while my children are small and need so much of my attention and focus. I keep thinking that maybe this is so I will take more time to work on my own projects (maybe finish my novel or get my Etsy page running) before I have to devote so much energy and attention to a classroom again. Or maybe I just need this time to focus again and reinforce myself.

Whatever the reason, I am not teaching at the moment, which is making this impending fall somewhat bitter-sweet. I love the change that the season brings even without the excitement of a new semester. It’s not gone, it’s just different.

 

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