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| Day 200 sculpture clay, acrylic paint |
Today is day 200. Hurrah! As I unplug my iphone after charging its battery I notice the time is 5:55. Does this happen to you? Several times a week when I glance at the clock it is 3:33, 4:44 or 11:11, or some other repetition of similar numbers. I make sense of this repetitive co-incidence and think that the numbers play with me, to cheer me up about their very existence.
Okay. This is when I tell you that in grade 9 I had a verbally abusive teacher who humiliated me daily in math class. I have math anxiety. I get blocked using numbers. I can balance a budget and do simple numerical things but alegebra and beyond makes me fearful. Did I remember to say that I cried every day in grade 9 math class?
So now, many, many years later, it seems that numbers try to convince me to lighten up. I'm grateful for this. And I think it might be working. The reason why I'm telling you this story is that it has a happy ending. Surprise, surprise, I worked for 18 years as an educator teaching in the middle school mostly. English and art. I was one of the nicest, kindest teachers I could possibly be. So the moral of this story is that sometimes when difficult things happen to you the difficulties teach you to make a new way for yourself. I definitely knew how important it is to not humiliate a student. I'd already lived through that lesson myself. So if you find yourself in the middle of a difficult situation, hold on to the idea that you will become stronger from that challenge. You will prevail and things will get better.
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