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Showing posts with label volunteering. Show all posts
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Friday, May 2, 2008

Stumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen...


...pour myself a cup of ambition

and yawn and stretch and try to come to liiiiiife.

Hold that thought while I back up a smidge.

Jackie Oh's traumatic event of tragedy certainly was, well, tragic and traumatizing.  It wasn't cool and I don't envy her recovery process and doctor's appointments.

But leave it to me to make band aids out of latex.  I've made some all-new-life-changing-revolutionary decisions since Jackie's unfortunate hospital incarceration.

Namely, I cut a bunch out of my life.

No more volunteering in each kid's class one day a week.  No more SAC committee secretary-ing.  I told the Ward Music Chairman to please just, well, leave me the heck alone.  No accompanying, soloing, or anything like unto it.  I didn't resign as class mom, but I did make the announcement of what I am willing to do the rest of the year - no more - and other folks can just step it up.  I dropped out of carpooling with another mom (who, in actuality, just had me picking her kid up every day and never contributed) and overall, have just cut back a ton.

It feels GREAT!

A little boring, but GREAT!

OK, more than a little boring, but still great.

Great-ish.

Like, more great than bad, but not like super duper great.

Let's be honest - it's a smidge dull.

The calling is still insane, but I need a life other than that calling or I'm just horrid to deal with.

And the truth is, I don't want to go back to being class mom thrice over and volunteering at the school like crazy and going back to secretary-ing it up for the SAC committee - I really don't want to return to those stressors.  The very thought gives me acid flashbacks. (OK, I never took acid, but work with me, people.)

It's not that any of the things I was doing were bad. They weren't. I was just sick of them.  And I am looking for all new adventures to be sick of now.

But I would like to do a little something.

So yesterday, I got an email, possibly offering me a job. And I think it sounds perfect. 

A new charter school is opening up right near where Mr. Mormon works. It focuses on science and is well-established in South Florida, but this is its first school where I live.  They are looking for folks to comprise a school governing board.  The board will do everything from approving teacher selection (and administrator selection as well, I believe) to budget allocations/approvals, etc.  

I was nominated for the position by the principal of my big girls' school and by a personal friend.  Apparently, they are looking for someone on the board who meets the demographic of those they expect to have in the school (a parent who works in the research park where the school will be located - which, my husband does), someone who is familiar with how a school works and the legislation that governs it (which serving on SAC did for me), who has worked with children extensively (hello - PRIMARY!), blah blah blah.

Anyway, I've met the requirements and will have a phone interview soon. The man in charge said he was surprised in a county as big as mine to have heard the same name twice, so he knew he had to contact me. I was HONORED!   I was told I pretty much had the job IF I wanted it - but they had heard I had recently cut back on all my commitments, so they hoped I'd still consider them.  (he he)  My commitment would involve once to twice monthly evening meetings, and then lots of reading at home so that quick, informed decisions can be made about the school at the meetings.

It will also mean professional attire at said meetings.  :)

I'm excited to find out more.  YAY  I know I'm the token mommy-contribution to an otherwise professional board, but someone had to take one for the team.

I had hoped to start a little lunch delivery business when 3.o started school, and was pretty excited about that. But this is something I can do now that will be a lot less labor intensive for me, and hello - I get to wear cute clothes for it!  SCORE!

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Tell me whatcha want, whatcha really really waaaant...




I love the song Dream Big. I found it on a couple's blog - they are trying to adopt and from all the looks of it, will just make wonderful parents. Kudos to them. Since I heard it there, I've added it to my own playlist and am starting to think of it as my anthem. Anthem of the month that is. I'm fickle - I know it will change.

Anyhoo - I like the message of the song that you can dream big things. Really - for the most part, what does it hurt to dream big?

Sometimes, living life and being productive hinders you from pursuing your own dreams. College loans and marriage and kids and health issues and spouse concerns and job struggles sometimes cause us to adjust our dreams and plans a smidge. And frankly, that's as it should be. If we all did exactly what we wanted all the time, we'd not only be selfish, but we'd be denying ourselves the right to a mid-life crisis.

Most of us haven't dreamt anything huge since we were little. I was thinking back today on what I thought my life would be when I was older - and what I thought I'd be doing. I've been thinking about my 12-(or so) year-old-self's dream life.

I thought I'd be a concert pianist - or some type of musical performer.

I thought my husband would dote on me and treat me like a queen and I'd be the envy of all my friends.

I believed I'd have this fabulous musical career in the evening, after tucking my gorgeous and well-mannered (and slightly above-average) children into bed every night. Their father would read in the study while I counted the standing ovations.

I imagined I'd be a philanthropist of some sort. I'd use all my gobs of money to help others.

I thought I'd have a nanny. (And I hoped she wouldn't woo my husband while he was reading in the study during my ovations!)

Remembering what I wanted when I was a child, I realize, goshdarnit, I have a lot of it!! I'm not a musical performer, but it didn't take me long to know I did NOT want that! ARGH - what was I thinking? It's not all Liberace and Celine Dion. It's a lot of nightclubs and smoke in your face.

I have a fab husband and great kids. I'm living the dream there. There's no study - but we DO have bookshelves from IKEA and a pool table. Close enough.

I don't write cardboard checks out to universities and have hospital wings named after me, but I do volunteer. Right now, it's just people in my ward and at my children's school, but I am using my time to help make others feel glad. And that's very right for me.

I don't have a nanny, but I do watch Super Nanny.

I'll try to think of other ambitions I had as a child and see if they've come to fruition. So many are stuffed deep down, it's hard to remember, really. But all in all, it's a good life with a lot of "dreams come true." You? What were your hopes and wishes as a kid?