ggwoman
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As I interview real estate agents and property managers, tear down my house, eBay the interesting collections that earned me the praiseline "man, this is a house of distinction!," as I sort through piles of belongings, papers, records, junk and once upon a time treasures, take loads to the dump and donate, I just keep wondering how in the heck did this happened? How did I get here?? LOL
It's definitely wake up time.
Stuff filled a hole in me, how sad is that? AND I've just been slumbering through it all, trying to keep going. Let that be a lesson of sorts. Only do that which you love. Life's way too short to waste time and precious energy and health on some dudley job in a field that is going awry. I'm talking being a teacher. A special ed teacher. I used to LOVE it, but 35 years gives one a great vantage to see where the profession was and where it's going. I disagree so deeply with the current propagandic thinking and power talking money and where it's talking this country. Thought I could fight it and change it once upon a time. Now I am only tired and disappointed. I'm not alone. Plenty of disappointed teachers leave the profession every day. Teacher prep colleges report huge drops in enrollments. Well, what did 'they' expect? Decades of teacher bashing, scapegoating, low pay and disrespect is beginning to take its toll. I think that's what the plan is anyway now...get rid of all teachers, why pay them, when a computer program or robot can take care of the kids? Kids today already spend inordinate amounts of time in front of screens, which is resulting in becoming passive aggressive, me oriented, weak people who are nothing, but organic extensions of the tech world "they've" dreamed up for our future existence. The public schools are adding more mandatory online programs and tests every year, resulting in even more hours of a kids day. Separate them from the natural world, dumb down their ability to imagine, think and create. Yep. All you young parents out there, home school. It's not against the law....yet.
Anyway this is record of sorts. Every journey starts with a step. True. Only now reflecting on how it was so hard to start takign the first step to break down one's old life, I'm starting to now say HURRY HURRY HURRY, let's get it on! Every thing I list on eBay is one step and a dollar closer. Every box filled for the yard sales and swap meets represent another load off my back. Like so many others who have gone before, and which I didn't quite understand before, I need to make a few bucks as Hawaii doesn't make it easy or cheap to get away. After 23 years, now I'm beginning to understand the desperate super sales people who leave the islands always have. No wonder I got such great deals. Well, I've arranged to sell most of the furnishings to a Hawaiiana reseller and will prolly only get half what it's worth, but it's one less thing to think about. I've joined the ranks of those who scramble to get out. Ha.
I remember (decades ago now ) when I lived on the mainland, I could leave with 50-100 bucks in my pocket and drive in any direction my heart took me. Been going around in circles for so long on these islands, that all that wide open space is going to be a real experience of ?what? I don't know, but I am looking forward to breathing and living big again: heart, mind and soul. Had no idea I felt so squished, been keeping keepin' on for so long, I almost forgot living. Funny how that shit creeps up on you. Well, I'm awake now and it ain't no dream.
Thank you, thank you, thank you whoever runs this universe. Thank you for bringing Bob and Cheaprvliving and Without Bound to my attention. Thank you for a wonderful man, I'm proud to call my Son, who utterly supports and admires and understands his mom. "At Last". An excerpt from his latest letter:... rejoice, take this time and make it the most peaceful of your lifetime. Your profession will always be a part of you, and I think more than the profession itself, it becomes an identity, a safety net. The worst part is, you can’t remember what you did before it, that’s what you’re about to find out except you are more set for the adventure minus some additional years in service. haha. “At last”, It took me years to understand what in the world that meant. I think I get it now. It’s truly a new chapter.
Love you Mom
Man, sometimes I can't believe I gave birth to such a wise and wonderful person.
Enter Talking Heads "Once in a Lifetime" a song that keeps coming into my head.
It's definitely wake up time.
Stuff filled a hole in me, how sad is that? AND I've just been slumbering through it all, trying to keep going. Let that be a lesson of sorts. Only do that which you love. Life's way too short to waste time and precious energy and health on some dudley job in a field that is going awry. I'm talking being a teacher. A special ed teacher. I used to LOVE it, but 35 years gives one a great vantage to see where the profession was and where it's going. I disagree so deeply with the current propagandic thinking and power talking money and where it's talking this country. Thought I could fight it and change it once upon a time. Now I am only tired and disappointed. I'm not alone. Plenty of disappointed teachers leave the profession every day. Teacher prep colleges report huge drops in enrollments. Well, what did 'they' expect? Decades of teacher bashing, scapegoating, low pay and disrespect is beginning to take its toll. I think that's what the plan is anyway now...get rid of all teachers, why pay them, when a computer program or robot can take care of the kids? Kids today already spend inordinate amounts of time in front of screens, which is resulting in becoming passive aggressive, me oriented, weak people who are nothing, but organic extensions of the tech world "they've" dreamed up for our future existence. The public schools are adding more mandatory online programs and tests every year, resulting in even more hours of a kids day. Separate them from the natural world, dumb down their ability to imagine, think and create. Yep. All you young parents out there, home school. It's not against the law....yet.
Anyway this is record of sorts. Every journey starts with a step. True. Only now reflecting on how it was so hard to start takign the first step to break down one's old life, I'm starting to now say HURRY HURRY HURRY, let's get it on! Every thing I list on eBay is one step and a dollar closer. Every box filled for the yard sales and swap meets represent another load off my back. Like so many others who have gone before, and which I didn't quite understand before, I need to make a few bucks as Hawaii doesn't make it easy or cheap to get away. After 23 years, now I'm beginning to understand the desperate super sales people who leave the islands always have. No wonder I got such great deals. Well, I've arranged to sell most of the furnishings to a Hawaiiana reseller and will prolly only get half what it's worth, but it's one less thing to think about. I've joined the ranks of those who scramble to get out. Ha.
I remember (decades ago now ) when I lived on the mainland, I could leave with 50-100 bucks in my pocket and drive in any direction my heart took me. Been going around in circles for so long on these islands, that all that wide open space is going to be a real experience of ?what? I don't know, but I am looking forward to breathing and living big again: heart, mind and soul. Had no idea I felt so squished, been keeping keepin' on for so long, I almost forgot living. Funny how that shit creeps up on you. Well, I'm awake now and it ain't no dream.
Thank you, thank you, thank you whoever runs this universe. Thank you for bringing Bob and Cheaprvliving and Without Bound to my attention. Thank you for a wonderful man, I'm proud to call my Son, who utterly supports and admires and understands his mom. "At Last". An excerpt from his latest letter:... rejoice, take this time and make it the most peaceful of your lifetime. Your profession will always be a part of you, and I think more than the profession itself, it becomes an identity, a safety net. The worst part is, you can’t remember what you did before it, that’s what you’re about to find out except you are more set for the adventure minus some additional years in service. haha. “At last”, It took me years to understand what in the world that meant. I think I get it now. It’s truly a new chapter.
Love you Mom
Man, sometimes I can't believe I gave birth to such a wise and wonderful person.
Enter Talking Heads "Once in a Lifetime" a song that keeps coming into my head.