A Letter to Seniors

Now is a great time of change. It is a whirlwind of emotions with so much emphasis put on both spectra of the past and the future, with little regard placed on right now, today.

Soon you will leave the doors of Cherry Creek for good. You will move on to another time, to another experience, to another opportunity. Hopefully, you will take with you lessons that you have gained from inside the classroom, as well as from the simple notion of growing up over the years.

Some of the things that I wish I would have known, looking back, I would like to share. Take it as you will. I just know that I would have appreciated the same at your age…

Here you sit, at the precipice of something great. You have endless opportunity at your fingertips. You have the ability to make decisions and act upon those to better shape who you are directly, and even have a chance at impacting the entire world. You must always do yourself justice. Never settle for anything beyond your own scope of optimism. Understand that the moment is always now, and reach for everything that you desire.

Find something that you love. Seek out your passions and create dreams upon them. Listen to those dreams in order to develop meaningful goals to aim for. Stay powerful and confident in your mind, and trust me, these things will be attained.

It is so simple, really. If you desire something above everything else, you will find it in your heart to achieve.

Your mind is the most important and true thing that you have in this world. Allow your mind to be free of negativity and open to all that this world may have in store for you and you will guarantee great happiness and success each and every moment of every day.

Be optimistic about your future and be content with your past; however, do not live for either. There is only this moment, here—right now—that you can be sure of. Make it everything that you can by exuding confidence, grace, kindness, responsibility, and nurture it all into a neat bouquet to share with those around you.

How you perceive the world will be exactly how it is. The world only exists for the way that you see it, taste it, touch it, and feel it. Create a desire for all that you perceive to be good and beneficial to your overall growth as a human being.

Most of all, be proud of all that you’ve accomplished and be proud of who you are. Be excited to continue down winding and unpaved trails, picking up lessons and knowledge along the way. There are only two things that are certain in this world: 1) you will never stop learning, and 2) the only guarantee in life is now.

So, hold your head up high. Go into the world with light and love, and give all of yourself into finding and becoming all of yourself.

Silence For Swimming

Something suddenly just hit me. I have nothing swirling in my brain that ISN'T directly related to swimming... Thus, being the cause of my negligence.

Your purpose and meaning for life can swing and sway, and right now the wind is blowing fairly strong in one, specific direction.

I hope it doesn't cause too much of a storm. Or maybe I do.

See what I mean?

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Giving Them the Credit

Teaching has never been a job for me.

When speaking of my "work" I always refer to it as "school", primarily because it doesn't truly feel like work. It feels like something more special. Even the word "career" isn't close. It could better be described as "a moral duty by my own consciousness and the Universe." Nah, that's not it either....

With that said, the hardest part of this "job" has always been learning about all of the external fireworks that moonlight as children's lives outside of the school walls. I can take the grading of papers. I can take the 5 lectures per day on the same biologically fascinating concept. I can take the helicopter parent calls. I can take the surprise administration observations.

I cannot take the truth that kids are not immune from the real world.

Currently, I have a myriad of real-life issues that should never even brush the shoulder of a child ranging from teen parenthood, to depression, to suicide, to disability, to harassment, and others (I shudder to think) that I'm not even aware of.

If only we could educate children about these issues without them actually having to have the experience of them. So many of our children are faced with problems that even the most stable of adults couldn't rope a lasso around. And they are supposed to also gain an education and be motivated on a daily basis for such things?

Kids aren't given enough credit for their poise, most of which who never realize the word for it.

My Conscious Memory

Often, I find myself trying to remember the slightest details as time does its ticking. I focus on sounds and colors and smells and feelings. I am trying, ever so desperately, to consciously create a memory.

For the most part, this effort is highly successful and I can be proud of that new moment that is now, forever, embedded deep within my cerebrum.

Today, was definitely one of those days.

I am starting to think that the process of conscious memory should happen more often in my life. The more things that I actively try to create as a memorable experience, the more of those memorable experiences I will have. Right?

Thirty & Thirsty.

For those of you that know me, it is no surprise that I spent the initial hours of my birthday rubbing tired 4AM eyes and hopping into an icy abyss of chlorine. Now, in my opinion, THAT is a celebration of life!

Stroke after stroke, breath after breath, I pondered my very existence the only way appropriate for such an early morning workout. I began asking myself, "What have I done in 30 years?" As the strokes became easier and the breath less labored, my question transitioned ever so slightly into, "What haven't I done in 30 years?"

This question proved to be the better of the two. I then could direct my attention to those goals and dreams that have been resting idle as well as those ever-scary "shoulda, woulda, couldas." The difference between now and every time prior: those thoughts felt freeing, empowering even.

I am a 30 year old woman with a lot of experience tucked tightly into my overflowing pockets. I have lived a life that few have journeyed and I have traveled beyond my own imagination over and over again. I am sparked by the prospects that the future may hold, for better or worse. For one of the greatest lessons that these 30 years have given me is that it ALL is worth it. I am 30 and thirsty!

T-Shirts!

Just a quick note:

For those of you who attended the June fund raiser held in my honor by two amazing young women, Sophie and Jordan, you may remember the awesome t-shirts they had made. For those of you who couldn't attend, take my word for it.

At their request, I would like to announce that

if you would still like to purchase a t-shirt there are some leftover. I'm not sure about sizes or quantities, but if interested please shoot over an email to:

inspiredshirts@gmail.com

Growing Up Takes Time

Growing up is something that happens to everyone, if they are lucky enough. It comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes. It becomes a drastically different concept the closer you are to reaching it. It is fantastically uncharted territory that everyone dreams about on some level. It is scary.

If we were to pause and take a flashback into a time where I was too young to drive, too young to have a mortgage, and too young to be disappointed we would see the half-my-current-age me longing for nothing more than to ace my dreaded biology final and buy that awesome shirt at the mall.

That same Ryan would also be dreaming of her future like any other teenager would. It is so remarkable how those ideas tend to change through time by the hands of your experiences alone.

Beyond myself, I would gaze into the future of my friends. I would wonder about their existences and mine down the road. Would we still be in each others' lives? Would we all be happy?

Over the past two weekends I have spent some time gazing into the current futures of my friends. I have been to the baby shower of a beloved friend and the engagement party of another; both of who were bound to me with something stronger than blood that night over 13 years ago that changed everything.

To watch these friends grow and change and add to their lives in the form of companions, family, friends, and now babies I couldn't help but feel a beaming from my heart. These strong and deserving friends of mine are growing up. They are beginning new journeys that will take them very far for a very long time. I am so proud to even witness it.

As for me? I am still searching. I am sort of realizing that part of my path is to remain a searcher. For some reason I need that unbalanced side to keep everything in place. I am growing up, just not the way that I had particularly fantasized about so long ago. However, this life that sits before me is, undoubtedly, a comforting mix of chaos and drawing outside of the lines.

I appreciate it everyday, so much that I have wholeheartedly stopped fantasizing about the future.