One of my co-workers provided me with the inspiration for this post. We were sitting in my room after school one day–she, cutting letters out for her bulletin board, and I, holding my pencil over my lesson plan book, attempting to plan, while instead talking about my upcoming plans for the weekend.
In the midst of my ramblings, she looked up and said, “Sarah, how does all of this stuff happen to you? How do you have the guts to do all of it?”
Well, that’s easy. Shakespeare may have said that all the world’s a stage, but I tend to think of all the world (and my life) as a big ol’ book, and I might as well read (or write) as many stories in it as I can. [And now that I have a blog, I really need to have something to blog about all the time. :)]If you say yes to an invitation and you don’t have any fun, or you ask for something and are denied, or you take a chance and it turns out it was a mistake, at least you’ve done something, You might end up having fabulous moments or crazy surprises. But, if nothing else, you can turn around and say,”Well, that was a good story.”
Was I nervous when I gave a graduation speech to fifth graders last year? Not really, and that was a good story.
How about the time I ate a bowl of just spaghetti sauce at a restaurant?
That was a good story.
Very obviously smuggle cupcakes out of a free tasting event?
(Even though you can’t decide if you actually like sake or not.)Eating foie gras (and the fanciest meal I’d ever eaten up to that point) was a delicious story.
…that will make a really good story.
And remember the time I visited Austin, and I fell in love with the city, and turned right back around and moved here three months later? Awesome story.Remember how I drove across the country with my sister, having never seen the apartment where I would be living, and bringing just what I could fit into my car (including an insane number of snacks)? That was an adventurous story.(And remember how I made my sister stand outside on the highway taking photo after photo of me jumping by the Welcome to Texas sign until we got it just right? No? OK, well she probably does.)
And remember how I came without a job, but I was sure I could make it work just to live here? And then I got a job, which seemed like a miracle, coming from out of state and all, and teaching jobs being so tough to come by? And then, what we feared came to pass, because as of 3:30 last Friday afternoon, I was officially “recommended for termination” at the end of my contract. (In other words, I was laid off for next year due to budget cuts.) Remember that? That was a…story.
It was kind of surreal and somewhat depressing, but the ability I have to find humor in everything couldn’t help but laugh that my appointment was written on a pink Post-It.
But I do know one thing:
It’s going to be a really good story.