Just to clarify

I said yesterday that I thought I hated writing.
I wanted to clarify.

I hate writing like I hate running. It's a pain to start, hard to keep momentum, and can sometimes feel like I'm doing it all wrong, BUT at the end of the day I'm glad I did it.

I think writing everyday during an obnoxiously busy month has caused me to dislike writing. It had become one more thing on my to-do list to check off. It's no longer something fun it's a chore.

I think I will challenge myself to write another month when I'm not teaching, planning a wedding, buying a house, dealing with my brother's wedding, and attempting to have a social life. I want to want to write again. Right now I need a break.

Slice of Life Day 11: I Think I Hate Writing

I think I hate to write. I'm not sure what I get out of it. Half the time it's not cathartic or eye opening.  It's just a hassle.

Slice of Life Day 10: How Genuine?

Today I have been thinking a lot about how genuine people are. How sometimes we say things just because we think they are what people want to hear, or what we should be saying.

As I was sitting down to write today's post I was thinking about what I could write and how I could really take this post two ways.

I could sit down and find the one bright spot of the day and write an uplifting post. There have been bright spots today. My kids have been working super hard on their projects, and most of them made good decisions when choosing their own groups (and the ones that didn't were not a surprise). I have awesome coworkers who I have developed amazing friendships with, and I get to see them everyday. But this would not be how I am genuinely feeling.

A post that genuinely reflects how I am feeling right now would much less happy and uplifting. Honestly today I am not feeling the bright spots. I am feeling cranky, and tired. I am frustrated and overwhelmed. I want to sit here and complain and rant about my day. I would rather write about how I hit every single red light on my way to work this morning. My dog was being a pain which meant I left later than I wanted to anyway. I'd rather complain about how I have a ton of work to do, and something going on every single night after school this week.

Writing this post got me thinking how often we write a blog-post or tell someone something that is not really what we are feeling at the moment. Whether it is because we don't want to sound whiny or because we don't want people to know how we are really feeling, sometimes we sugar coat things. I want to be honest I want my blog posts to be a genuine reflection of what my day was like. So whether I sound whiny or cranky or get told to focus on the positives this is what I am going with today. I'm going with honesty.

Slice of Life Day 9: The Day That Got Away From Me

It was one of those days that just got away from me.

It started this morning when I thought I was more on time than I actually was.

Then I got caught up catching up with coworkers after an unexpected 4 day weekend.

Even in my classes today I the time flew by as I was making up for lost snow days.

My planning block turned for me inputting grades to me rearranging my desks, which I don't even know how or why that happened.

Then after school I rushed home to walk the dog.

I met one of my bridesmaids at the bridal shop to have her dress fitted, and also to make an appointment for me to have my dress for my brother's wedding fitted.

We grabbed dinner which quickly turned into dinner and dessert.

Followed by grocery shopping, putting away the groceries, and packing lunches (yes I'm a good future wifey and pack his lunch for him occasionally).

I had about three other things to get done before finally sitting down to write this post. I have a feeling this day is setting a tone for the week considering every other day this week is looking just as busy as this one was.

Happy Monday everyone!

Slice of Life Day 8: Types of People in an Airport

As I sit here nice and early for my flight home (yay!) all I can think about is the fact that airports (along with malls and amusement parks) are the best places to people watch.

I feel as though in an airport there are certain types of people that you see and I have seen them all this morning.

There is always the family trying maneuver the stroller two kids and multiple backpacks through security. I had no clue that they now sell strollers small enough to fit through the security scanner, go figure! I always feel bad for them because so many people give them dirty looks, when really I want to give them a medal for being able to handle all that.

Then there are the businessmen who are experienced. They go through security and the airport as if it is their job. Everything down to a science.

The slow mover. The people who know they have plenty of time, or think they do, before their flight. This means that they move unreasonably slow through everything. They are the ones that actually stand on the moving walkway instead of using it to walk even faster.

My least favorite type of person is the one that has zero clue who to function in an airport. They have no idea what to do with their shoes, belt, liquids, computer, etc. as they go through security. They are also usually the same ones that think it is a great idea to stop at the conveyer belt on the other side of scanner to put everything back together, then causing everything else behind them on the conveyer belt to back up. I had one of those lovely people in front of me this morning. They are also the people that walk around asking every gate agent if they are at the right gate.

Then there is me. The neurotic, nervous, and OCD flyer who has everything exactly where it should be, yet still stresses. I'm the one who insists on arriving to the airport SUPER early only to then sit at my gate for an hour and a half.

It's been a quick but fun weekend. I was so happy to get to spend this time with some of my family, but I am also very ready to be back home!

**I came back to this post to add my favorite type of person that I sadly forgot. The type of person who helps out a fellow traveler. Flying alone is a pain, and it so nice to see that there are still people on this earth that will help another person out if they look like they are struggling, because trust me I was struggling coming through security on the way home. All of my stuff was getting bunched up with other people's stuff because someone hadn't removed their items from the conveyer belt, and a very nice man helped hand me all my belongings. It definitely helps to restore my faith in humanity.**

Slice of Life Day 7: Siblings, Weddings, and Showers....Oh My!

I made it to Minnesota! And there is less snow here than at home! Go figure!

My mom and I flew out here to attend one of my future-sister-in-law's bridal showers.

My baby brother is 3.5 years younger than me. He is getting married in May about five months before me. He graduates from college the week before his wedding.

I'm pretty sure my mom thinks we are trying to kill her with having our weddings that close together. And it's even odder since my brother and I have never been particularly close. I'm pretty sure if you looked up sibling rivalry in the dictionary you would find me and my brother. It's not that we don't love each other, we just love competing with one another. There for some reason has always been a sense of competition between us.

After the wedding they will be moving back out home and will be living with my parents. I can tell you that we function way better several states apart.

It has been an interesting balancing act, especially for my mom, dealing with the attention that two weddings take. I have to hand it to my mom she has done an amazing job of making things be separate never talking about one wedding when doing something for the other. She has done such a great job of making us both feel special throughout all of this.

Slice of Life Day 6: Facing a Fear

Here I sit on snow day #12 (thankfully we have 15 built into our schedule). I'm feeling especially unmotivated today because later I'm doing something I don't really want to do.

Does anyone else ever find that when they know they have to do something they don't want to do later, that they are especially lazy and apathetic before hand?

I've got plenty I could be doing but I just have no motivation or desire to do it.

At about 7 o'clock tonight I have to get on a plane....I HATE flying. And not just in the "oh traveling is a hassle" sort of way I am legitimately afraid of flying. I've never been able to pinpoint whether it has something to do with the confined space or the fact that we are suspending THOUSANDS of feet in the air. Either way I am just not a fan. I have to take anti-anxiety medications to just get myself on the plane, and best of all today I am flying alone. The last time I flew alone I got stuck in Atlanta by myself for a night, thank goodness this is a direct flight.

I'm flying to Minnesota to visit family and attend my future-sister-in-law's bridal shower. So even though I am looking forward to that, I can't help but let me absolute loathing of flying get in the way of me being excited about this trip.

It's a short flight but I still just have zero desire to get on a plane. My fiance LOVES planes and does not understand my fear at all. He keeps telling me I'm "lucky" that I get to get on a plane....psh luck my big toe.

So until I have to head to the airport I'm going to sit in my bed with my puppy and do exactly what I want to do which is nothing.