There are moments

There are moments during a young teacher's barely budding career that lead her to question, reconsider, or even despise her career path. I actually and quite literally am not at liberty to discuss my most recent moment, despite my itch to do so. Instead, I want to discuss the ramifications of this moment.

Someone may or may not have done something bad. (See what I mean?)

I feel like my heart was recently broken (just a little) and is in a state of repair. Every new day (hell, every new hour) has been revealing and healing. In these moments trust becomes a huge issue, and I have found myself approaching the classroom with a relative timidity. The funny thing is: I'm not the "someone" in the overly vague statement above. I'm not the one potentially in trouble. But because I'm a tender-hearted sweetie (sigh), I feel every bit as culpable as the person in question. I also feel betrayed and a little insecure about extending trust again to others in my classroom. It's a horrible feeling, and one I'm sure more seasoned vets would mock (at least a little bit).

Immediately after my moment happened, I told several people that I hated my job. But I don't hate my job! I love my job! I frankly have more fun at this job than at my other one (as a student), and I think it's because I've mentally moved to a place where I am ready to be the teacher rather than the student. Mentally. Realistically, I still have another gigantic hurdle to jump before anyone else will agree with me about my readiness as a teacher. It was the simple fact that this moment led me to question my love for my job that really has gotten under my skin and made me a bit gun-shy. Perhaps it's for the better, but I'm not sure that I'll approach my job with quite the same amount of open-armed excitement and joy.

Also, I'm embarrassed. The moment could have been avoided if I had been more careful. And I do blame myself for that. However, I also know that despite my own lack of preparation and caution, I did not force this particular moment to happen. So, if there is culpability (and for now that's a big ol' IF), I am not the one who will be wholly responsible for it. Consider the lesson learned, though. I'm already creating new, stricter policies for my new policy statement.

And now, some words of wisdom from Kong-fuzi (Confucius).

"Zai Yu was sleeping during the day. The Master said: 'Rotten wood cannot be carved; dung walls cannot be troweled. What is the use of scolding him?' The Master said: 'There was a time when I used to listen to what people said and trusted that they would act accordingly, but now I listen to what they say and watch what they do. It is Zai Yu who made me change.'"

This is the lesson I feel that this recent moment has beaten me over the head with; too bad I couldn't just seem to learn it from "The Analects." Maybe next time.

The Mind-Body Disconnect

The subtitle to this entry could be something along the lines of "the weight-loss trap."

Losing weight, if you've ever done it before (and, really, who hasn't?), is extremely tricky business. In addition to the ever continuous motivation battle ("I should get up and go work out...but I'm really tired today...but working out will wake me up...") to the ever continuous dietary battle ("I'm really craving more...but I know it'll make me sick...but still, it looks really good..."), there's the herky-jerky progression through the mind-body opposition. Overall, I've emerged the victor of my individual motivation and dietary battles. I've lost 23 pounds since February, which is a fairly obvious indicator of the work I've done.

But then there's that herky-jerky problem. At the ashram, we learned about the distinction between the mind, body, and spirit. The speaker explained that when we describe a physical experience, we often use the phrase "I." "I'm sick" instead of "my body is sick." "I'm really sore" instead of "my muscles are sore." "I'm tired" instead of "my body is tired." You get the idea. The mind is distinct from the spirit because the mind is what gives us limitations. "I can't stretch like that." "I can't lose the weight." "I can't succeed in my career." The spirit is a bit quieter, but it's the spirit that initiates the desires in the first place. We have to reclaim our spirit's influence by silencing the mind and acknowledging the body's needs.

At least, this is what the ashram teaches.

Here's my struggle with the mind-body disconnect. Last night, as an example, we went out to dinner with Robert's family to celebrate his mom and grandma's birthdays. (His mom was born on his grandma's birthday.) Before we left, we had to run a few errands, which meant that we got home later than we needed to, which meant that we didn't have a lot of time to get changed. Getting dressed in anything other than workout clothes is the most dreaded part of my day. And I had to do it twice yesterday. The frustration with losing weight is making it to the in-between. My clothes from last year no longer fit well and hang loosely off my body. I look dumpy in them. Occasionally I can shop in my closet for smaller clothes, but there are still times when shopping in my closet proves fruitless.

I can only explain the paradoxical phenomenon with the phrase "mind-body disconnect." Surely something is happening upstairs that refuses to allow me to see myself for the way I truly look. Robert constantly reassures me and points out my mini-successes. We'll even stand in front of the mirror together so that he can literally point out the differences in the hopes that I will see them, too. He's such a patient, kind soul. Right now I'm in a place where my mind is truly attempting to sabotage me. I struggle to see the success I know I've made. I know I've achieved because the clothes literally don't fit anymore. But when it's just me in front of the mirror, no clothes to use as a true indicator, I don't see it. I see the same problems, the same obstacles, the same disappointments.

My greatest hope is that with time, I'll eventually see the successes on my own. My greatest fear is that I won't.

Enjoying the little things

Lately I feel that I've needed a reminder of how to enjoy the little things. Below is a list of this week's little things. Although it's intended primarily as a sort of note-to-self, I do hope my readers are inspired to remember their own enjoyable little things.

1. First week of school

Deceptively stressful, but subtly enjoyable. My previous entry recounts the butterflies I felt ten minutes before walking into my classroom for the first time this summer. Two hours after that post, I left campus feeling overwhelmed, exhausted, and unsure. My confidence was shaken because I spent the full ninety minutes yammering on and on about classroom policies. Our room was uncomfortably warm, and I could tell that 45 minutes into the class I was losing them. I worried. On the second day, we discussed The Epic of Gilgamesh, and the day was only marginally better. By Wednesday, I was answering "I just don't know about this crew" when asked about my class. We've completed a single week, and I know about this crew. This is a good group. It's a strange semester, a grueling workload, and an uncomfortable classroom. But these are good people. This is where I find the enjoyment. My students are working with a new class project (they don't know they're actually piloting it), and it's going incredibly well. I hesitate to reveal it on this blog, but suffice to say they are writing a great deal more (three times a week) and interacting with each other's writing a great deal more than my students ever have in my previous classes. I'm enjoying this because their writing is slowly improving; it's insightful, funny, entertaining. I feel like I'm getting to know them better than classes in the past, and we're only five days into the semester.

2. Dissertation accomplishments

One of my friends, who is also ABD and slogging through her own dissertation, made a great point the other day: "ANYTHING being done is awesome!!!!!!" No, I didn't write an entire chapter in a single sitting. But I wrote. I made progress. I feel I've misrepresented myself in an alarming way through this entire process. I came to this realization when talking to my mom last weekend. She sounded concerned with whether or not I was getting work done. This is a fair concern, considering I haven't really explained what I've been up to these past few months. The work I've been completing has been substantial (to my standards at least), in spite of the fact that I haven't been writing much. Instead, I've been researching. I've done a great deal of research in the past several months, and I hope that once I sit down to compile it all into a cohesive chapter, that research will be evident. I'm proud of the work I have done and excited for the work to come. I'm learning to look at the dissertation as pieces of a whole rather than as a single 300-page tome. As I said, I enjoy that I've done work, and I'm learning to pat myself on the back.

3. Learning to relax and have fun

Sometimes when I'm overwhelmed with the stressors of graduate school or of teaching or of life in general, I have to make a conscious effort to relax and have fun. I actually do believe it's something I have to learn to do. Today, Robert and I spent the fourth of July at the lake with his family and my cousin (who's dating my brother-in-law). Before everyone arrived, Robert and I hung out with each other on the floating dock. I dipped my feet in (I've shrunk out of my bathing suit and haven't replaced it) while Robert swam around...until the little fishies attacked him one time too many. He also talked me into riding the SeaDoo with him. In the three years that we've been together, he's attempted to get me on the SeaDoo every single time we've gone to the lake. For two of those years, my herniated disk and subsequent surgery were reasons enough to keep away. Today, however, I realized that I as all out of excuses! So, I hiked up my skirt, straddled my husband, and clung to him like a koala bear while screaming like a little girl on the SeaDoo. I have literally never been on a jet ski in my life, so I didn't know to expect the bumps and banks. I eventually stopped screaming and started squealing and laughing (although Robert wasn't able to reach the speed he really wanted to because I begged him to slow down). We finally agreed that I just needed to learn to relax and have fun. I think it'll take practice. Maybe the next time he takes me on the SeaDoo I won't be as scared.

4. Cleaning out my closet

The clothes, towels, shoes, and sundry other items had slowly and steadily sieged my once walk-in closet, to the point that I could only open the door wide enough to stick in an arm to reach in and hope I grabbed what I was aiming for. Yesterday, it needed to be handled. I was surprised that it took me only an hour and a half to tackle the beast. Now that it's finished, though, I am happy to walk in my closet, stand there to look for a specific outfit item, and feel relaxed while doing it. I've always been a believer in the concept that one's home is a reflection of one's state of mind. My mind has been cluttered, overwhelmed, and generally inaccessible. Now that my closet is clean (and the rest of my home is clean and organized), I feel like my mind is relaxed and ready to think through other, more important matters (like a dissertation).

5. A new dishwasher and the cleanest dishes ever

Our dishwasher, the one that must have come with the duplex itself (and therefore could be around 15 years old), officially went kaput this past week. It basically stopped flipping the soap dispenser open...so our dishes were sometimes cleaned and sometimes weren't. We were wasting soap and water on multiple loads just to wash a single load of dishes. So, when we felt like we couldn't stand it any more, we talked to our landlords (Robert's parents) about investing in a new duplex dishwasher. Thank goodness there's a tax credit right now, too! Our new dishwasher isn't the bottom-of-the-line, but it's not top-of-the-line either. But it's a good, sturdy, large capacity Kenmore and we're in love. It's super quiet, cleans our dishes the first time, and is extremely easy to use. We are so completely grateful that his parents were able to help in that way, because lord knows we couldn't have done it on our own. Yet another benefit to renting rather than owning a home in the first couple of years of marriage!

6. Getting back to basics...in the kitchen

For the past couple of months, we haven't been able to cook as regularly as we had been. We have been blessed with family gatherings and vacations because of graduation, our anniversary, and my sister's wedding. It has been a month just absolutely chock-full of wonderful food and meals provided for us. And, trust me, we have been so grateful for every moment and every bite. Our finances are tight this summer, so the less we spend on groceries, the easier it is on our budget. But now that our schedules have slowed down, we realize that it's time to get back to our previous cooking schedule. Robert taught me how to grill last weekend, which really opened my culinary horizons. We've felt better because we're back to our previous diets (meaning daily dietary consumption, not prescribed and prohibitive eating schedule). I enjoy cooking with my husband because he teaches me little tricks to boost my confidence, and he's always so complimentary about my meals (which also boosts my confidence). I love him. And I love being in the kitchen with him. It's my second favorite room to be in with him. ;)

7. Getting back to basics...in the gym

Now that I'm back home and back to a schedule, I've resumed my previous workout schedule. I've had to make some alterations to allow for class in the middle of the day (for instance, I've had to stop going to morning yoga on Tuesdays and Thursdays, which actually makes me sad), but I have been able to resume my RPM classes as well as my personal training. I'm still losing weight and have made a new goal for myself. I would like to lose 20 more pounds by my next birthday (September 20th). I've already lost a total of 21 pounds, which would put my overall goal by my birthday to be 41 pounds. I believe in myself and my goal, and I'm so happy I can get back to the gym. My muscles actually felt good to be pushed again--my heart especially. It feels great to sweat and to feel the heart pump hard. It's a beautiful thing, and I'm grateful for my body's strength and ability.

So, those are the little things that have given me enjoyment this week. I'll admit that it was a little bit of a struggle to come up with seven (one for every day of the week, you know), but I was able to think of something when I gave myself a moment to think. I truly encourage you, my readers, to pay attention to the little things that give you enjoyment. Especially if you find yourself overwhelmed or in a place of depression right now. Remembering that we're blessed even in little ways can help us all refocus our attention on what's truly important.

Butterflies

On my very first day of kindergarten, I got to walk to the bus stop with my mom and wait for the "big kid" bus. I was assigned a fifth-grade helper who walked me to my classroom from the bus. As we walked to the bus stop, I felt this exhilarating sensation in the pit of my stomach that felt both like I wanted to burst out laughing and like I wanted to go back home. I asked my mom what it was.

"Butterflies," she said.

Now, nearly 23 years later, I am awaiting another "first day" of class (one of so so many), and I have butterflies. Who are these people I'll meet in ten minutes? What challenges will they present to me? What will I learn from them? How will our short, five-week semester go?

There's something comforting in these anxious, fluttering butterflies. It's reassuring, familiar, a sort-of ritual. I have never not felt butterflies on the first day of class. I wonder about the day when they'll stop, and I hope that day never comes.

What I've been up to lately...

Here's a picture recap of my summer thus far.

1. Robert's graduation (5.14.10):

Tim Cook, COO of Apple, Inc., addresses the graduates.

2. Robert's graduation trip to Las Vegas (5.15.10-5.19.10):
Standing in front of the Hoover Dam, 5.18.10.

3. First anniversary on Miramar Beach in Destin, FL (5.21.10-5.24.10):
No oil or tar balls on our beach...yet. It was perfect weather and absolutely gorgeous while we were there.
A delicious slice of the top layer of our wedding cake, which we enjoyed on our anniversary. It was amazing! :)

4. My sister's bachelorette party (6.5.10):

To celebrate the week before her wedding, we took my sister and her friends to a delicious new Mexican restaurant, a fun painting place called Sips n' Strokes, and finally to a sleepover party at my house. We had a great time, and I am indebted to my cousin for her wonderful help!

5. My sister's wedding day (6.12.10):
Her wedding gown, hanging in the bridal room at the church. I have been obsessed with this dress's train ever since she first bought it. I love this dress and she made it look even more spectacular! :)
Their wedding cake! It was a delicious cake topped with the most adorable topper I've ever seen--lovebirds! :) (That's my matron of honor bouquet, front and center, hehe.)

6. Sivananda Yoga Retreat, Bahamas (6.17.10-6.20.10):
As a special treat, two of my dear friends and I went to Paradise Island, Bahamas for a three-day yoga retreat. In the middle of June. In the height of mosquito season. Despite the heat and bugs, we had a wonderful time and feel much more capable in our yoga classes back home.

Our ashram, in the jungle. Although we had the most basic accommodations, we had plenty. We couldn't have asked for a more beautiful get-away.
Sunset on the Bahamas. This is not a trick of the camera, and this photo has not been edited. The Bahamas seriously looked exactly like this at sunset. It was amazing.
The more typical Bahamian vacation: The Atlantis resort. We were just down the beach from this decadent hotel. We were sure that people were drinking all kinds of rum concoctions...and eating steak...and chocolate. And probably watching the World Cup. But we were very happy in our ashram. (Although, I've decided that the next time I go to the Bahamas, I'm staying at The Atlantis.)

I think the most amazing thing about the Bahamas was that the water was actually cool. In the Gulf, where I'm used to visiting, the water rarely offers a great deal of relief from oppressive heat. In the Bahamas, though, the water was refreshing and calm, even at the most oppressive hours of the day. In fact, I spent so much time in the ocean that I got a fairly horrific sunburn (despite my application of sunblock)--this sun is a bit stronger than the Gulf sun. Which...leads me to the next picture.

My very favorite plant in the world: aloe. One of the guests of the ashram gave us a couple of small bottles of 100% aloe (without alcohol, of course), but I've worked my way through them at this point. Robert and I went to Publix yesterday in search of a larger bottle of 100% aloe sans alcohol, but we could only find aloe leaves. Which is what we got. I love this plant. LOVE. :)

My summer is coming to a close now. I start teaching tomorrow and will teach every single day of the week until August. No complaints, though, because I love my job very much and am grateful to have one. This semester will be particularly interesting; I'm taking a slightly different approach to teaching World Lit I this summer, and I have my fingers crossed that this approach will yield more enthusiasm from my students.

Two days and counting!

Hard to believe that my sister will be getting married this Saturday, June 12th. I am so proud of her and happy for her! She's been dating her fiance for seven years, so I know they're ready for this day, too. :)

Our schedule for the next couple of days will be fairly intense, but also fairly typical for two days before the wedding. It's very similar to the schedule we had for my wedding last year, so I know what's coming up. In fact, I'm awaiting a phone call from my mom right now to join her and my sister to run errands, eat lunch, and then have our nails done. This morning, I spent the first three hours of my day in the gym. I went to an earlier RPM class than I normally go to, met with my personal trainer for half an hour, walked on the treadmill for half an hour, and then attended my normal yoga class. It was amazing, and now I'm feeling really exhausted. I actually fell asleep during savasana (corpse pose--final meditation) and dreamt. It wasn't until my instructor's gentle voice entered my dreams that I remembered I was in yoga. I've never fallen asleep during savasana before, so I think it's fairly obvious how exhausted I am.

Last night we celebrated Robert's birthday with a bunch of friends, a lot of grilled meat, and a brand-spanking new kegerator with Yuengling on tap. (This was my graduation/birthday/anniversary present to Robert.) We had an amazing time; I am truly grateful for all of our friends who came out and helped us celebrate his birthday in style! :) We are in love with our kegerator; I have a feeling it'll serve as a sort of social beacon for our friends for years to come. :)

Well, my call to run errands has arrived, so I'll cut this short for now. Likely the next time I'll update will be after the wedding. :)

Love to all!

Radio silence

In the months I've been absent from my blog, I have accomplished quite a lot of small personal goals, not the least of which has been conquering my health. I will come clean and admit that although my prospectus was finally approved in March, work on my first chapter has been slow and tedious. I have realized that my dissertation will attempt to demonstrate an expertise in a theory that I've never before studied nor utilized. To say that I am insecure is an understatement, and that insecurity has been crippling. In my academic life. My confidence has blossomed considerably in other portions of my life. With my weight loss has come a more positive attitude toward my own physical abilities (as well as an awareness of, and forgiveness for, my limitations), as well as eagerness to shop...although finances have prevented me from indulging. I've also felt a boost in my interest and willingness to revisit not only my curriculum but also my teaching philosophy. I have found myself looking forward to lesson planning and recommitting myself to my students' education. Now that my summer curriculum is set in place (my class starts in late June), I feel more mentally calm and prepared to sit down and return to my dissertation's first chapter. I have hope that I will strike the balance between writing the dissertation and improving my classroom techniques. (After all, both will be evaluated by future hiring committees.)

That is the most concise precis of these past few months that I can possibly give. There are some important details I'd like to explore deeper, though.

1. Yoga, RPM, and PT

Since February, I've been meeting a personal trainer every week for 30-minute strength-training sessions. In addition to these sessions, I've also attended yoga regularly. When I started going back to yoga in February, I was stunned to realize (and stunned that I was stunned) that after back surgery, even two years ago, I was not nearly as flexible as I had been before my disk herniated in the first place. Surprise of surprises, right? I left many classes nearly in tears not from pain but from frustration at my limitations. (I used to practice yoga with regularity and was fairly flexible, despite my size.) However, as the weeks have progressed, so have I. In addition to my yoga practice (complete with two wonderful yoga buddies, by the way), my personal trainer managed to convince me to attempt an RPM class (also called Spin or Cycling at other gyms). The catch with this recommendation, however, is that my trainer is one of the RPM instructors. So, once I told her I was going to try it, I had to sort of stick to it. The first two times I got off the bike, I was in a great deal of pain and not muscular pain. Bone pain. Bruise pain. But I've learned that with greater frequency comes decreased skeletal/epidermal pain. (And increased muscular pain!) I've been attending RPM classes since mid-April and might actually be close to saying that I enjoy it...one day.

I've lost 19 pounds. In February, my initial goal was to lose 20 pounds before June 12th, which is my sister's wedding. Even if I don't lose the last pound in the next 9 days (which I'm fairly certain I will do), I will not punish myself for coming just short. I am proud of my 19 pounds and am beginning to think about my next manageable goal.

2. Graduation, Trips, and Anniversary

Robert graduated with his Master of Arts in English Lit. last month. I couldn't have been prouder--I was choking back tears while he walked across the stage (I was trying to take pictures!). The commencement address was delivered by Tim Cook (COO of Apple), and he spoke about triumph in the face of failure. Although the topic is an unexpected one at commencement (what graduate wants to hear of all the opportunities for failure that await?), Cook managed to inspire me in a deep way when he spoke of releasing the need for perfection. Perfection, of course, is the great disabler. I'm sure this will be a topic I'll visit later.

Shortly after Robert's graduation, we visited Las Vegas with his family. I've never been before, and I truly enjoyed myself. I learned how to play a few of the slot machines (Wizard of Oz was my friend) as well as a few video poker games. I lost money in the beginning of the trip, but slowly earned it back and stopped playing when I broke even. We also took in a couple of shows. Robert, his mother, and I went to see Jersey Boys at the Venetian, which was just incredible. She bought the soundtrack for us after the show, and it's been in my car ever since. I've always loved Frankie Valli's music. Robert and I also saw Penn & Teller's magic show at the Rio. It was absolutely incredible--yes, they explain some of the tricks, but even then they end tricks with a twist. We even got their signatures and photos at the end of the show.

We returned home for a couple of days before driving back out for our anniversary trip. We visited Miramar Beach in Destin. Again, I had never been here before, but Robert practically grew up in Destin; I had a fabulous time there as well. We might try to return to Destin for future anniversaries...if the oil doesn't destroy the beaches. Fortunately for us, we arrived just before Florida was on the radar for the oil spill, so we were able to enjoy the beach and water. One afternoon in the ocean, we watched a school of stingrays swim past three times! I was stunned--never had I been so close to marine life in its natural habitat. I wished for an underwater camera! For our anniversary, Robert made reservations at The Melting Pot in Destin. He told them it was our anniversary, and they put us in a secluded room with a two-seat booth, bottle of chilled champagne, and a rose. We were in our own private heaven. Best wedding anniversary ever! ;)

3. Wedding and Parties!

As I said, my sister's wedding is on June 12th. 9 days away! I'm throwing her bachelorette party this Saturday, and in preparation for the party, Robert and I have been busting our asses cleaning. This afternoon, after we had both worked out and exhausted ourselves, I got it in my head to sweep up our carport. The leaves, twigs, and other debris have been annoying me over the past year. As I was sweeping the dry leaves, I hit mounds of packed dirt. And not just dirt--rich soil! On our carport! Earthworms had made a lovely home in those mounds of dirt; we saved as many of the little worms as we could (hey, we love our birds) and managed to wash the packed dirt away. After an hour of hard work, our carport now looks gorgeous. Sort of. Right after we finished, a brief storm came through...and knocked more leaves off of our tree onto the carport. We'll sweep the carport one more time before the bachelorette party--I figure the hardest, most important work has been done.

Tomorrow we'll focus our efforts on the interior of the house, and then I'll feel absolutely ready for my guests. Robert will be away for the weekend, celebrating our future brother-in-law's bachelor party; so, the girls will have the house to ourselves! I'm so looking forward to meeting my sister's friends, as well as celebrating the last party before the wedding. We're going to have a great time.

4. And Finally...Farewell Facebook

As many of my friends know, I've deleted my Facebook account. My reasons are many and varied (and not limited to concerns of privacy). I'm hoping to achieve more in my day-to-day life, including work on my dissertation. Now that my friends and family will no longer enjoy my Facebook profile to keep up with my life, I'll likely update my blog more regularly. So, look forward to the more frequent updates! Until then, folks....