Earlier this week, I messaged my friend Chayil for some inspiration about what to write this week. She challenged me to write 8 things I love about myself and why. If you know me outside of blogging, this is a real struggle for me, but I’m not afraid of a challenge. So here goes…
- I love my eyebrows. I’ll never be able to say that my eyebrows are low maintenance exactly, but I’ve always gotten compliments on this random feature of my face. But they frame my otherwise boring brown eyes, and they are super expressive. Plus, I don’t have to fill them in, and I’ve never plucked them to the point of needing damage control.
- I love that I love to create. When I have down time from the business of teaching, I’m crafting unit plans, which totally counts as creating, or writing for this blog, or playing with Photoshop or Illustrator. My second novel is rattling around in my head, waiting to get put on paper. I love music and art. It makes me feel whole and fulfilled.
- I love my drive to learn. I take pride in the fact that even though I’ve been teaching for 13 years that I still love to learn more about the craft. I’m not complacent… I don’t just dig out my old handouts from the filing cabinet, or from the files on my computer, to teach from every year, but I always ask how what I’ve done in the past can be improved.
- I love that I love Jesus. My relationship with Jesus has grown so much since I was saved in 2004, but I can look back to the person I was before I was saved and see how much my love for my savior has changed me, softened me, grown me.
- I love that I’m still moved to tears by experiences. Perhaps this makes me too tender hearted, but I don’t EVER want to let go of the joy I feel to watch fireworks on the Fourth of July, or to stop crying at worship from the movement of the Holy Spirit, or to let go of the feelings I get when I read an incredible book. Life would be so boring that way.
- I love my relationship with my parents. It hasn’t always been easy, but I am so grateful to have built a strong, steady relationship with my parents. I love that I can call them and it isn’t hard to just talk or share our days.
- I love that when I wear purple, my eyes look green. Brown eyes are pretty boring, even though Van Morrison memorialized them pretty spectacularly. But in my first year of teaching AP, a student asked me to look at her. So I did. And she looked back at me with such an intense stare that I was left to wonder if I had something in my nose. When she finally looked away, I asked her what that look was all about. She said, “Oh nothing.” It turns out she was using me as the inspiration for a poem I had asked them to write, and she had complimented my hazel eyes (!) What a nice compliment that was, and how random that I remember it even now.
- I love my naiveté. Let’s face it, this one isn’t always a good thing. But I’ve found myself blinded to a number of things this year, and when all was revealed, I realized how lucky I was to have missed the signs of something obvious. As a result, I was less stressed about the possibility of something scary, and while I wasn’t thinking or stressing about it, I was able to be pretty relaxed.
OK, Dad… I challenge you to do the same!