This week at the middle school where I work it was "Rocket Week." All of the 7th grade Science classes got the chance to build rockets. Then they launched them on the front lawn. Since my student was checked out early one day, I had the opportunity to watch the daughter of a co-worker launch her rocket. I had so much fun watching flight teams Alpha through Foxtrot! Some of the rockets were total sucesses with parachutes deploying and landings right in the middle of the lawn. Others didn't have parachute deployment or landed in trees. Two of the rockets actually completely separated from their parachutes and shot toward the ground while the parachutes floated gracefully on to the roof of the school.
I'm still going in circles in my head about what is going to happen next in my life. I know I'm tired of being stuck. I'm tired of nothing ever changing and feeling like the sameness is a weight I put on everyday. That much of my life will change. Just redoing parts of my house has seen to that, but a little bit of the hope that I had before seems to be slowly slipping away. I just need peace.
Hope is a funny thing. It can be elusive. It can also be sorely missed even in a happy life. Sometimes in some situations, it can seem as ludicrous as a stone elephant playing joyfully in a fountain. For me, it sometimes feels extremely fragile, like a newborn baby bird precariously perched in a nest. But at the same time, it keeps us going. Today, I got a huge burst of hope that I will see the end of a very difficult situation soon. It looks very promising. :) Now comes the waiting part......limbo sucks. :)
At 27 years old, my wonderful husband has decided to take up rollerblading for the first time. Some of you may think he's a geek. But that's why I love him! My only regret in this endeavor is that my feet are too bad to go out there with him. I'm proud of him for taking iniative in finding a way to exercise that he knows he can stick with. :)
