I WROTE THIS BLOG AN HOUR AGO. True story. My kid was on the computer, and my work laptop was on the fritz, so I composed a masterpiece on my iPad, but when I uploaded it -- it disappeared. It's actually the second time that has happened. It is fairly irritating.
Ironically, I had written about drive, determination and not giving up so . . . I'll give it another shot.
IT IS FRIDAY! We made it. I had my doubts there. For some reason getting up on Thursday morning seemed like a lot more work than it should have, but I did it. And now it is Friday night, and the weekend looms ahead. I'm pretty happy about no alarm for the morning. Of course, The Girl has a swim party tomorrow, so we have that to decorate, set up and then afterwards clean up, but still, no alarm.
The Husband and I have kind of ridiculous schedules lately. He manages the apartment complex where we live, but also has a band. Next month he has a gig every weekend - sometimes two gigs in one day. He also is a fill in musician at churches all over the place - so his Sundays are crazy busy, too.
I teach full time, coach an after school club two days a week, and am a lead innovator teacher for our district. I am also a Khan Academy Ambassador and a Class Dojo Mentor - two companies I am really proud to represent. We also have two kids, two cats, and four fish. The days are pretty full.
There is this one part in the musical Hamilton where they talk about the Federalist Papers which were written to defend the constitution. It was supposed to be twenty-five essays with the work divided between three men. In the end, though, as the musical tells us, they wrote eighty-five essays, "John Jay got sick after writing five essay, James Madison wrote twenty-nine and Hamilton wrote the other fifty-one!" I can relate to that. Sometimes I am John Jay. Sometimes I am James Madison, but lately I feel a little bit like Alexander Hamilton. I think of that line every time I feel like I've got too much to do, "Hamilton wrote the other FIFTY-ONE!!!"
I bet sometimes he felt like quitting, and somewhere along essay number thirty-four, he might have felt pretty tired. I feel that way, too. Yesterday, was kind of rough, I remember finally sitting down on the couch after a day of teaching, a meeting after school, a round of homework/dinner/bath/bed nonsense, and thinking, "Man, I'm tired." The husband said, as he always does, "I bet you are kid." Still, it is easier to keep going when you have two kids, two cats and four fish clinging to your back.
I was telling my students just this week, that all true success comes from consistent, daily hard work. Unlike what the Disney channel preaches, successful people are successful because of their determined, daily, hard work. That's the part of each other's lives we never see -- the times you feel like quitting, the days you feel overwhelmed - we only see the outcome -- the surface of what has been accomplished.
I was actually participating in an educational twitter chat while at the gym on the elliptical the other day, and my twitter friends were impressed. "That's like a big time CEO kind of move." Actually, it was just poor planning on my part. I nearly forgot about the chat, and was already at the gym. So, being a little bit ADD, I decided to do both. The surface looked impressive, but the reality was less so.
So, I just wanted to say, "Congrats! We made it!" Maybe like me, you have a couple days off, or maybe this is the middle of your work week -- whatever the case, I just wanted to say, "Good job. Keep going. You are doing great! After all, we are still here and tomorrow the sun is going to rise."