it’s hard to resist…

I remember when every day I would come to opendiary to write about my life, to vent, to feel validated, to analyze.

So much has happened in the past three years. Too much to write down here… fear not it’s been written, most of it.

I didn’t get married. I left Vermont… for Texas of all places to teach. I’m living, I’m alive, and each day is another challenge, another mountain to climb and then descend.

We always talk about how we strive to climb these mountains. It’s always the climb up that gets focused on as being the hardest part. I think that’s a fallacy. Every step of the journey has challenges. At the top… you’re alone. You’re facing the world, with no higher place to go easily, and you’ve got to make decisions about how to get to your next destination. Just because you’re at the top of that mountain doesn’t mean that you should give up climbing and striving. So, how do you get to that next destination? How do you spare your knees but still see the scenery on the way down? No.. the way up is not the whole challenge at all.

This is an analogy that I expect to use in my classroom, because oh.. by the way I’m a teacher now. Ms. Binns at your service.

and maybe I’ll start writing again here. I like the history, even though there’s a gap.