I like the honoring the dead idea, and have lit some candles tonight to remember mine. There have been small interesting signs that have made me smile and reflect.
I am Done with Compromise
“In a relationship, when does the art of compromise, become compromising?” Sarah Jessica Parker
“We all have a childhood dream that when there is love, everything goes like silk, but the reality is that marriage requires a lot of compromise.”Raquel Welch
So who is right? Sarah or Raquel?
A man I adored had this saying as his mantra, ‘Life’s a compromise’, he would say, frequently. It never sat well with me. I am a win/win or no deal kind of person. However I went along, thinking perhaps that way is right. I wondered, maybe I’m stubborn, unco-operative or difficult to get along with? The compromises didn’t work out. It drained me. I was never quite happy with the compromises. I find some are laziness in regards to ourselves, leaving both involved dissatisfied.
“If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise.” Robert Fritz
If you take the time, communicate the truth and remain open to other solutions, you can usually find something that meets needs. If you can’t and that is continuous, I think you are in the wrong place. The truth is, if it is only half what you want or some other mix, it usually isn’t what you want at all.
“Don’t compromise yourself, you’re all you’ve got” Janis Joplin
Today I was offered a position very similar to the one I applied for at my school. Same wage, same type of job, different location. I have promised my son I would not work at the school he now attends, which was exactly where this was. I would consider working there in the future. He has one year to go. I had to turn it down. I may not get a leadership position now.
I feel really good about my decision. Had I accepted the compromise, I would now be trying to convince my son, it would be OK. I would be hoping it would be OK. I know this is not the kind of start I would want in a challenging new job. I love what I do now and am happy to keep doing it.
Daylight Savings Blues
It was a rough start to the work week for me today. The students noticed the clock reading quarter to eight and we all sat around in homeroom in a bit of a daze, imagining that just a week ago, we’d have had an extra hour in bed. We never considered we’d have gone to bed an hour earlier as well.
Having the delightful time at camp last week, meant catching up with my other classes and the notices and such that go on when you are out for three days. I noticed a few others were dragging their feet a little also around me. Sometimes we just have days like these I guess.
I do love daylight savings though. I have always looked forward to those extra daylight hours that give the impression of more time. Perhaps it is more useful time. I’m not sure. History tells me I will come to like it.
The one year I wasn’t a fan was when I was cutting asparagus for a season. We began work at sunrise and daylight savings effectively meant finishing an hour later.
All in all though, there are still 24 hours in the day. No matter how it feels.