Category: reflection
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Responding to the Thin-Skinned
In March of 2016, I made the decision to leave the Greenville Track Club. I detailed that in a post on my old blog so I will not rehash that here. I left with the intent and hope of being able to rejoin should the dysfunction improve. As of this past Memorial Day, it had…
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A Chance to Start Over
Today marks the last official contracted day of my first year back in the classroom. Tomorrow, I leave for a long-awaited trip to England and Scotland. The parallels beg for comparison. Six years ago I completed my last contracted day for the school year with the prospect of a trip of a lifetime to London…
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Traveling on a Teacher’s Salary
So far in this blog’s short history, I have talked a lot about both traveling and personal finance. most of those posts have focused on the how. This post focuses on the why. Why do I choose to spend a comparatively high percentage of my income on travel and everything that goes along with it?…
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10 Years Later
May 5, 2007. The day I graduated from college. The realization has started to sink in that I can no longer call myself a recent college graduate, no matter how much I may feel like one. Twenty-one year old me, months away from my twenty-second birthday, had no idea what God would bring my way…
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Sickness Induced Apathy
Over my life I have not been sick often. I am incredibly grateful for this health. When I do get sick, I consider myself a rather terrible patient, not the worst, but no where near decent. Even the slightest cold makes me feel like the most apathetic person. I thrive on goal making and goal…
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Hit on at Walmart
I had a vastly different post planned for this week than this. I could not, however, pass up the subject that completely unexpectedly landed at my feet. I headed to Walmart Saturday evening with the intent of picking up some thread for my next cross-stitch project and some groceries so I would have something to…
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A Day without Caffeine
I drink a lot of coffee. Anyone who knows me responds, “No, duh.” I could attempt to trace this back to when I first started drinking coffee-if I remembered-and my subsequent evolution as a coffee drinker. That would appeal to my strength of context but would not serve the point of this essay. Currently, I…
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An Introduction
Words have always been my happy place. Some of my earliest memories center around books; I cannot remember a time when I was unable to read. As I progressed through school that love of words expanded into writing. I found that I could express myself with facility through the written, or typed, word. This blog,…