First, I'm rockin' a pretty new caffeine addiction. This morning, after mooching some of my roommie's coffee (he usually makes enough for both of us, but didn't today for some reason), I headed into work. After setting my stuff down on my desk, I immediately went to the breakroom to see if there was any extra coffee... Oh, there was. I instantly filled the rest of my travel mug, and was set for the day! However, the upside (right now) is that I am doing quite well with 6-7 hours of sleep at night, provided I have my daily caffeine fix. (And I'm drinking about a cup a day, so it's not bad... yet.)
As far as nostalgia goes, well, I'm really good at letting it affect my mood frequently. I tend to dwell on relationships and situations of old (I think I'd mentioned this in a previous entry), and yesterday was no exception. I went to my old "haunt," the area where I lived and taught the past year. SO weird!! I had dinner with my friends (former coworkers of mine), and we had a blast. We then went over to the elementary school's open house... it was like "The Twilight Zone" for me!! Within 5 minutes of arriving, I saw one of my (secret favorite) former students. He came running up to me, excited! (He's a very masculine little kid, so I'm always awed when he shows a great deal of emotion.) I got a huge hug and a card he wrote out for me. SO awesome! All in all, I saw 11 of my former students, and we were all psyched to see each other. I served punch & cookies as well -alone, mostly- and a lot of shocked parents came to say hello. It was a nice evening, though I couldn't help but leave with some pangs of sadness. I assured the kids and the current staff that I'll be back to visit. In fact, the woman who now teaches in my room (who's awesome!) wants me to come in and do a lesson with her class. Schweet.
I've come up with an analogy for my nostalgia... I'm driving (down the road of life, perhaps?) and, due to drivers' training, I'm accustomed to checking my rearview mirror frequently. I notice cars and a distorted reality behind me constantly, and am mostly aware of what's going on in front of me. There are signs along the way that warn and provide information/advice, though I neglect some of them. At one point, I'm so distracted by the traffic behind me that I can't stop looking in the rearview, fascinated. However, I don't notice the cars ahead of me that have come to an abrupt halt. You can guess what happens: a nasty crash from focusing on what's behind me. There. Analogy complete. :)
Ok, that's about it for now. Have a great weekend, readers! :)
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That's interesting; I remember you using a very similar analogy a few years ago. It was more realistic, then, just drawing a parallel; you'd said that when driving you watch your mirrors more than is really necessary, and that you do that in life, too.
Love you.
What an excellent analogy! As you travel down the road of life, please be sure to stay focused on the future and not dwell on the past. Your grandfather used to say, "That's a closed door. Leave it closed."
Love you.
Momita
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