Uncertainty

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I am sure it’s clear by now that I don’t tolerate uncertainty well.
And these next few weeks are going to challenge me.

This week – first week back in school – is a busy one. I won’t be able to work at home one day, as I typically do. That’s usually when I clean, and do the grocery shopping, since I don’t have to commute.

This week, I’ll be here every day. I know, normal for most people, but not for my routine. And I kind of live and die by it.

So I have been obsessing over when I will do what. What day will I clean? When will I shop? Should I do some one day and some the next?

It’s exhausting. It doesn’t achieve anything. What would be better is to just make a decision based on my schedule and go forward. For some reason this is never my first course of action.

So today I am planning to actually take steps to figure out what I will do each day.
I have other things I need to worry about – time to take this off my mental list.

I frustrate myself sometimes, with this intolerance for ambiguity and change. I know that’s how I am wired, but it doesn’t make me like it any more.

Time to review the calendar and make some actual decisions. Sheesh.

Happy New Year!

“[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.” 
~ Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
Yes, I know it’s just September. 
It’s Labor Day, and yes, I am working. 
But it’s also a day that makes me so happy. 
For the vast majority of my life (barring those few  years where I was *just* working and not in school…), the academic year really marks the new year for me. 
Something about the anticipation of what is to come… who will my students be? how will they challenge me? what will I learn from them? what new insights will I glean from teaching the same material to a different group? 
And, more importantly, how will I grow, and change, and learn, this year? What will be different NEXT Labor Day, compared to this one? 
That step into the unknown, the deep breath and then having the courage to move forward into the unknown. 
Isn’t that the point of a new year, a turning point? 
Mine just happens to come in September, not January. 
So, happy new year. There won’t be midnight fireworks (I’m usually asleep anyway….). There (probably) won’t be champagne (although what a good idea for the first faculty meeting!). But there will be energy and excitement and nerves. 
I can’t wait. 

Begin as you mean to go on…

Today is my birthday.
And for the last … many … birthdays this is the mantra I have used to start “my” new year:

To me, it epitomizes how I want to start my birthday each year. I begin as I mean to go on. I don’t make the day very “special” – I have never been one for parties or celebrations. (Oh, the time I had a surprise party that everyone thought I would love. It was… torture. I really dislike being surprised, and being the center of attention. You can see why a surprise party was not exactly how I wanted to spend my birthday!)

So today, I went to the gym. I came to work and I am going to work hard. I am going to see my husband and his family tomorrow for dinner. But that’s it. Nothing special. I try not to tell people about it – I never mention it at work, and I don’t expect people to “celebrate” me.

Instead, I want to be sure that I am living the life I want to live. That how I am spending my days is how I want to spend my life. (Thank you, Annie Dillard.)

Some years, I have time for a personal retreat to align my intent with my purpose and values, and figure out how I want to live that out in the next year. Not this year – it’s a busy time, with the academic year starting next week.

But I will take some time for reflection this weekend – not a retreat, just a… review, perhaps.
And tonight, well, tonight I might just have an extra bit of peanut butter ripple ice cream. Because, you know, another year on this planet is nothing to sneeze at.

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Happy birthday to me. Now, time to get on with it! 😉

A snippet

And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
~Max Ehrmann, a snippet of the Desiderata

I have always, always loved this…benediction? Poem? I read it at my high school graduation, and even now, when I am in the throes of a panic as I was yesterday, I hear this bit in my head. 

“…no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”

And I breathe. 
And remember that yes, the world will keep turning. 
Despite my mini-failures along the way. Despite the actions of our despicable “President” these days, and those who align with his views across the world. 

I don’t know what the plan is, what the end is, what it will all look like. 
That doesn’t mean I stop working, stop advocating for change, stop trying to be a force for good.  
That doesn’t mean that I stick my head in the sand, and just assume that everything can just go on without my contribution.

I do need to keep trying, to do better, to do more.

But I also know that there is a bigger process at work here. One I can contribute to, yes, but something that will continue to unfold when my short time on this planet is done.

So what do I take away from these seemingly contradictory thoughts?

Do good things, add to the positive balance of the Universe.
Actively work against those who aim to advance the negative, the dark.
We can shift the unfolding…we can make a better end.

Remembering to breathe… or trying to

I got completely overwhelmed yesterday with all I have to do in the next 3 months.
I looked at my to do list and could not fathom how it would all get done.
I panicked.
How can one person do all this? and yet, I still feel  like I am not putting enough time in at work.
I still feel that what I am doing is “less than” so many other people are doing. That I do not measure up. I’m falling short and showing that I am less capable than others.
And then I try to remember just how much I have done. I try to talk myself out of the downward spiral.
But it’s hard. And it’s even harder when few people understand what you do, everyday, and why.
It’s harder when the person I am supposed to be closest to doesn’t support what I do. Doesn’t understand what I do. Doesn’t understand why I make the choices I make. 
Which is making me think long and hard about the choices I am making in that relationship. 
I guess the only place to start is at the beginning. What needs to be done first? And then next? And, if something doesn’t get done, what will happen? My job is certainly not anywhere close to important. People will not die if I do not check everything off my list. If something falls off the long list of to-dos.
But I’ll let myself down. I’ll let others down. And I really hate to do that. 
So, trying to remember to breathe. To remember that these times come in our lives, and that there will be light at the end of the tunnel. (And hopefully, as my great-uncle used to say, it won’t be a train coming at me…)
I can only do so much. 
I will do what I can, when I can. I will get it done. (I guess that means it’s time to get to work…)