Wednesday, May 19, 2010

A year later

Last year during a conference on positive discipline in the classroom setting, I kept busting up crying during the group activities. It was a particularly intense group of people, as I've written before, including a husband, wife and sister in law triad who had no problem upping the emotional ante for all of us during exercises and discussions. I couldn't get through the closing discussion, and realized I'd never make it through teaching a workshop in my state. I had to put the one thing I love most away for the last year. So I was a little worried about this year's conference on parenting. But I made it. I didn't cry (much), I shared my knowledge, learned new tricks, and met new colleagues. I now have a seven week program all mapped out. The next step though, is putting it out there. That, well. That may take more time.

1 comment:

  1. I know the phrase "progress not perfection" can take on schmaltzy, over-used tones but sometimes it really fits.

    I find the process of progress to be infinitely healing. I can focus on where I am, where I've been, where I'm going and how I'm getting there and understand that I'm really making progress.

    And I can let go of comparing myself to the ideal and feeling so much less than perfect.

    Of course, this doesn't apply to you because I think you're pretty darn perfect as is.

    Hugs and congrats!


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