I forgot to mention in one of my most recent posts that the other day, my Dad gave me his version of “tough love” namely the “get off your ass and go after what you want” speech.
I mention this only because today he had me write out a list of my personal goals – for 5 years from today; and how I intend to reach said goals 3 years and 1 year from now. I kind of freaked me out a little when he said that he might not be here in 5 years to see if I have achieved those goals.
I understand that any of us can die at any given moment, and that my parents aren’t going to live forever but this really made me think. I’m 38. My Dad is 65; my mom is 64. The STBX lost her mother about 1 1/2 years ago so the mortality of my closest loved ones is something i clearly have a grasp on. It’s more than that. I’m coming to the realization that this may be my last chance to truly achieve the goals and dreams I have more or less set for myself in my life.
I went down to my old college today to see about registering for classes for this fall – so that I may finish my master’s degree and get re-certified to teach. This weekend, I’m going to register so that I can start classes this week.
I had a weird dream last night. I was touring the first school I taught at, despite the fact that the building was demolished earlier this year. The place had been restored and completely rebuilt on this inside. It was a beautiful, vibrant school with hundreds of students and all the latest technology. It was an oasis in this historically bad neighborhood in Detroit. In this dream, the school was everything that the school was not in real life.
This was one of those dreams that thinking about the gist of it makes you sad. When you wake up, you realize it’s just a dream and could never be real. But the fact that you were able to revisit that place (or that person as the case may be) even if only in your mind’s eye, brings you peace.
Probably the strangest thing about this dream is the fact that I never really cared much for old EC.