times they are a-changin'

I used to live life in my head. Now I live it in my doings, in my hands... I used to think, now I do. (And by the way blogspot has created such a beautiful new clean format for blogging it is wierding me out and I think I must be logged in and writing in the wrong place.) I still think.. but my doing is way ahead of my thinking. I don't have time to consider and research and review, and re-consider, I have to go with what I got. And sometimes that is fine. Funny thing is, when it's not fine, it doesn't matter. I gotta go with it anyway and I don't have time to lament my lack of pondering time. It's probably really healthy for my kind of personality. I have no time to get all twisted up and paralyzed inside my head.

It's fun, learning. Last year I homeschooled our oldest little guy. Kindergarten. I'm a teacher, I said to myself. How can this be hard... plus I like learning through natural means.. every day.. .. Let's just wing it and see how the whole thing goes. Well, I'm much more humble now. Teachable, they say. I have a kindergarten AND a first grade student to teach this year, and boy do I have things planned and in place. Well, not really, but compared to last year, oh my, yes, planned. And for some reason, the teaching is suddenly easier, the stress around it gone... we are having more fun - if you can believe it. I had to change.
Here I am,
the same
me looking lots the same
thinking differently
exultant
pained
answered
waiting
feelings: few of which are the same
times - they have changed me
I used to write a lot more poetry
Now I try to be the beautiful pieces of possibility
touching faces looking back at me daily
believing that I know something they can't see
due to my adultness and
they want to be aged
and can barely wait

I was the same
I can't convey
It's not what you think -
getting older
but it's good

I don't want to
change what is
go back in time
be somewhere else
have more time saving devices
escape from the realities of the mundane
(that comes with age)
young
old
the best is
lived
every day

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