Mobile Minutes: Six Days


Don’t mind me; I’m just enjoying some chicken noodle soup while watching the lightning dance across the sky.

All because I’m waiting for the NyQuil to kick in.

All because I made it six school days before getting sick this year.

Sweat it out.

-D-

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Mobile Minutes: Blurs


Awesome road trip.
Crazy two day teaching workshop.
Seasonal cold.
Running.

My week summed up so far. It’s been exhausting, exhilarating, and energetic.

In the midst of all of that, I lost my car keys this morning, resulting in Jim lending me a car to work and back. Also, our apartment complex has decided to do random “yearly inspections” this week.

There’s more NyQuil and coffee in my veins than there is blood…

And I’m loving it all.
Loving this life.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Held Out


I could feel it earlier this week. It started with a few sneezes and a restless night. My only prayer was that my body would hold out until Christmas Break.

It did…and that was it.

3:00 PM and I’m heading to bed. The cold has finally caught up with me, and now is a great time to recover.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Can’t Stop


I’ve been in the teacher’s shoes now. Being sick (cold), and still needing to be in class. I’m on my third week of class at a local middle school. I’ve been running off a diet of Day-Quil with a side of Ny-Quil. It’s working, but by night time I’m spent (I’m falling asleep while typing this).

Friday is my last day in my current position (unless told otherwise). I’m already becoming sad at the notion of having to move on, and back to bouncing around as a sub.

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Free time: Making selfie signs...

Sure, some folks say, “Be prepared to stay”, but sadly…I’m not really a qualified teacher, at all. There’s no real reason why a district would want to keep me versus starving post-college educators that are desperate. Just my two cents. It makes me sad. I love what I’m doing, but the truth is what I offer isn’t necessarily enough. Yes, I pray that a miracle occurs, but I also fight to keep my heart safe. When it comes to employment I’m tired of not being good enough.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Coherent


This is my only chance to type between doses of NyQuil. I couldn’t figure out if I was messing with allergies or a seasonal cold last night…until I went to get in bed.

With the apartment sitting at 70℉, I was uncontrollably shaking under a multitude of blankets. In other words, I’m sick.

It’s around 3:00 PM currently and I’m just now waking up. Darco went to go grab more fluids, and I’m stuck in bed for the day.

It seems like a light variant of the flu, so at this point I’d suspect I’ll be able to go again tomorrow morning, probably with some assistance from DayQuil.

Interestingly enough, I’ve had this seasonal cold twice this year, both during the two hottest weeks in the year.

Weird.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Night Night


Yeah…it’s that bad…

I was sitting at lunch today with MC, Darco, and Jim; coat pulled up, shivering, waiting for our soup and salad from Olive Garden.

Jim and MC, being my parents, knew what these were signs of:

You need rest. Every time we see red around your eyes, we know you’re overworked and you need rest.

Believe me; I wanted to argue with them, but they’re right.

I’m exhausted.

From Blanc last night, three meetings during the week, a snow storm that I had to drive through, getting work done for the week, finalizing the tryout format for the Shock for next week…I just want to confess that I’m tired. I’m so tired that I’m sad. Seriously.

I was driving between my stores tonight, just talking to God in the car [why not?], and I just kept saying, “I’m sorry”, because so frequently I feel like I’ve disappointed Him, or let Him down.

If I was a stronger Christian I would be able to keep going on little sleep, if my faith was stronger, I wouldn’t get worn down so easily. When the reality is; I’m really worn down. Getting a soccer team and business off up the ground is a challenge in itself; factor in another team being established in the same city as yours, only supported by the US Soccer Federation…that’s a chore to deal with.

I hope I’ve handled it well.

These are the moments where being the small fish in the ocean [versus big fish in the little pond] can get overwhelming. I told my Sunday School class at MoVal today my exact thoughts:

In any other case, there is no rhyme or reason for why our business continues to grow. We should not have been successful.

The harsh reality is; we shouldn’t. Not in this economy, not in this city, and most definitely not by being created on Twitter first. Every move that has been made has made little sense, but it’s been the right more. Again, my goal for this program hasn’t changed; I want people to look back at our program and simple think:

There was obviously someone bigger behind the creation and success of this program.

I hope credit doesn’t go my way, because believe me; I don’t deserve it.

*first yawn from the Ny-Quil*

Either way, I’ve come home for the night; I’m completely wiped. I’ve taken some Ny-Quil, finished up early, and now the yawns are starting to set in. I plan on sleeping soundly through the night, and well into the morning.

When I fall asleep; I do so continuing to believe that God has this, He has this, and I just need to trust…

-D-