Once a Student, Now a Teacher.

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This past week I returned, as a teacher, to a place that was a second home during my teen years. A lot of us have either positive or negative experiences of high school. I was blessed to have enjoyed the former. Now, at the beginning of high school, I was shy (yes, in some ways I still am!), and it was anxiety-provoking (and outright painful at times) to come out of my comfort zone. For us introverts, life is a very different playing field, dear extroverted colleagues. I digress, my first years at high school saw me nose-deep in my books and my grades proved it, but with time, I realized I wanted to make more of my high school years (coincidentally, this is around the time I watched the Dead Poet’s Society – awesome movie – and my concept of Carpe Diem began to take shape), and pushing myself to go out of my comfort zone was the way.

Now, during all this time there were a handful of teachers who made it all possible. To any student who has been touched by a teacher to see him/herself in a more positive light, you can relate to what I am about to say. Teachers are in a very unique position to impress positively upon a student. This impression, often unbeknownst to the teacher, can change the course of that student’s life for the better. I had some very special teachers who did this for me.

The first was my English teacher. I will not name her, but if she’s reading this, she knows who she is. She was a tough one (still is), and students often did not receive well her need to push them to be better versions of themselves. I love English (hold your tongue before you call me a nerd!), and her tough-on-you take to teaching, suited me just fine. I viewed it as a challenge to push myself to be a better writer, a better reader, a better student. And that’s how it came to be. This wonderful lady showed me that I had the potential to write well, and she helped me pursue it by giving me the confidence in myself. She took the time to help me tap into a talent that lay dormant just below the surface. She would be the reason I would go on to pursue English as one of my majors in university.

My Careers teacher was similar. Although, he took a different approach to teaching. He was kind, and listened, and seemed to really understand you. He nudged the potential within you gently. His belief in my abilities led me to a leadership camp at 15, a camp that unlocked a lot of what I did not know I had in me. He believed in me before I knew how to believe in myself.

My next two teachers were coaches on my cross country team. One was my French teacher, the other my Biology teacher. Both men were kind and easy to get along with. Our team each year loved them. I remember the first year I tried out for the cross country team and was not able to join for a reason I can no longer remember, my French teacher looked me in the eyes and said, “It’s too bad, because you have what it takes”. Those words were enough. I came back the next year and I raced with my team, and I went on to come back a second year and run the races of my life after spending an entire summer practicing. For my final year, both my coaches recognized my efforts and blessed me with an award.

When I look back at these high school teachers (and there are more teachers from my elementary years), I realize that they all have one thing in common: they went beyond their paycheque-worthy job descriptions. They actually got involved in their students’ lives on a deeper level that allowed them to affect change for the better. They all believed in me and the other students entrusted in their care. And as I continue my teaching career (still in its infantile stages), I am reminded of where my true north lies…always for the students, always for their best.

 

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Let’s Live with Gratitude, Dear World.

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This is Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada, and having been deeply moved by the sermon at mass this morning, I found myself moving towards a post to share the same.

The sermon focused, rather aptly, on the spirit of gratitude. The priest began by sharing his own experiences of complaining about things in life when they don’t go his way. He acknowledged that as human beings we are prone to ingratitude and feelings of entitlement that lead us to believe that comfort and good things are due to us. As a result, when they don’t come our way as expected, we do not know how to react, cue an attitude of ingratitude. He emphasized that with such an attitude, it is impossible to live a fulfilling life. The cure he said? Switching out an attitude of ingratitude for one of gratitude. And how right he is. Being grateful for the positive in our lives and recognizing the value in the negative to help us grow, leads us to living joyful lives. Instead of whining about what is going wrong, why not think about all the things that went right? To keep with this spirit of spreading the message of leading a life of gratitude, I looked up (on Google IMAGES) a number of quotes, and a plethora of them is what I found. I am sharing some in this post because I think being grateful is something that may not come naturally to a lot of us, but it is something worth practicing everyday until it is natural. Being grateful will improve our quality of life. After all, it is only a matter of a change in perspective, a worthwhile investment that yields BIG dividends.

Ponder these then. They are beautiful.

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The Beauty in Being Strong

Lately, a lot of things have culminated in me rethinking the concept of beauty. People look for symmetry in a face, a glow in the eyes, a toned set of thighs, well-cared-for feet, a crisp voice, a smile, and call these things beautiful. And yes, individually and cumulatively, these things are all beautiful. Art is also beautiful, so is the kind interaction between strangers on a street corner. There is beauty in the darkness, in the crosses we carry, in the pain of our everyday lives. And then, there is beauty in being strong. And I don’t mean the physical strength that can be attained through persistent cardio and strength-training over weeks and months and years. No, the strength I have come to value as beautiful is a strength that wades through the messiness of life and still manages to be gracious and hold on.

Like a lot of people out there, I have unsung heroes and role models in my life. There are my father and mother – my ultimate heroes, among a handful of others comprising family and friends. There are a lot of people I look up to, for waging gracious war with the many battles in their lives, and coming out, albeit a bit beaten, still standing, at the end. These people are beautiful to me. It is in their strength that I find value in life, in being kind even when it is hard to do so, in being gracious when there is nothing remotely resembling grace about something or someone else.

There is beauty in silence when harsh words can be exchanged to fuel fires. There is beauty in this ability to exercise restraint; beauty in the strength it takes for that restraint. There is also beauty in being strong where you are able to care for yourself and be someone others can rely on. There is beauty in being strong enough to sacrifice for others. There is beauty in standing your ground when you believe in something, often meaning that you are standing alone. There is beauty in being strong enough to forgive someone who has shattered your heart and sense of self, intentionally or otherwise. And finally, there is beauty in being strong enough to recognize that you are weak as a human and need to reach out to Jesus (or whomever you pray to, if you do) or someone you trust, to ask for help.

Sure, the beauty of this world puts a great emphasis on that which is pleasing to the eye, but when we learn to value being strong as beautiful, we can free ourselves of the surface elements that leave many of us feeling quite empty.

Within the messiness of our lives lies the opportunity to be strong, and with that opportunity, we can find an unwavering beauty.

 

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Change Will Come.

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Have you been on the receiving end of a really bad day, only to get pulled into the negative thinking that heck, this is going to turn into a really bad life? Have there been piles of days when you honestly just cannot seem to win, no matter how hard you try? Like truly, nothing goes your way? I mean, you keep pushing for that goal, but you keep falling short. Every. Single. Time.

What exactly have you used during these rough times to rally yourself and rise up again? Or have you just given in, or walked away and called it quits?

Quitting on your dreams and your hopes should not be an option. Ever. Why put in whatever effort you already have, only to let yourself down? Because really, that is all it is, YOU are letting yourself down.

I have been thinking about this a lot lately. What is the difference between people who keep fighting and those who walk out before they have actually achieved their greatness? Determination? Sure. Self-discipline? Sure. Support from loved ones? Sure. However, the thing that I think pushes these achievers into a class all their own is the belief that today will not last forever. That this really awful and devastating moment of complete failure and hopelessness, will pass. There will be another day tomorrow, and they will get that chance to try again. And, at some point, change will come. Change is always coming after all. It only remains to be seen when, and who will be around to see it affect them positively.

I think a “change will come” mindset is difficult for a lot of people to grasp. Truly though, if you have grown up living one way of life and all of a sudden you are pushed to believe that it gets better if you keep trying, because change will come, well, you might not be as receptive to the idea as say, someone who was raised on that concept. And that is okay.

So, how can you actually train yourself to believe that this moment, this really crappy moment, will pass? Breathe. Take a deep breath and punch a stop in your mind with that breath. This may sound a tad like yoga practice, and honestly, maybe it is (just a tad), but it is the stopping of your negative and life-derailing train of thoughts that can help you switch tracks to something that is more hopeful. As human beings, we are geared to be hopeful. Even when we are busy whining about the awfulness of our existences, we are hopeful somewhere deep down that change will come, and it will come for the better. And so, a lot of us keep trying. And try we must, because “If at first you don’t succeed, try try again”.

Change will come. It must. And if we’ve worked hard enough, hopefully, it will be in our favour.

 

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Art for Therapy: The Benefits of Unleashing Your Creative Side

In the last little while, art has been gaining more traction in contributing to society on a significant level. I don’t just mean paintings or sculptures the likes of Rothko, Degas, Kahlo, Matisse, Savage, Morrisseau or Carr, in galleries that people ooh and ahh over, but a myriad of art pieces created by non-professional artists like you and I. Now, some people might shy away from being branded an artist, and that’s okay because we might not necessarily subscribe to the pressure associated with being a creative person. However, by the very nature of creating something resembling art (and I know the word “art” can be interpreted very loosely depending on your perspective), would that not make you an artist? Or at the very least creative?

Artists are special people; their minds work in different ways. Creative people in general have the ability to look at things from different angles, and maybe this flexibility in perspective is what renders the therapeutic aspect of art. It can act as a catharsis for the stresses of this life, and I know this first hand because I am at my happiest when I am being creative: making something with my hands or mind. This making could be the creating of a meal or a crochet project, greeting cards or sketching, photography or even colouring. Yes, colouring, that thing we did with those bright and pointy nibs when we were younger. It has been making a comeback lately, and the marketing suits have a solid reason to push it. Psychology is on their side.

Colouring books adorn the shelves at Indigo, Chapters and Coles. And there are various themes for whatever you’re into: Harry Potter Fan? Animal Enthusiast? Japanese Pattern Lover? There’s something for everyone. Including me! I was at Costco the other day and until now, I haven’t tapped into the colouring frenzy, mostly because I haven’t found a theme that appealed to me. And then, voila! On a neatly-stacked line of books, there was this:

The Shine: Color your life beautiful theme is teeming with Biblical quotes that provide hope during trying times. It is resplendent with nature motifs that seek to calm your nerves as you fill in the colours from your mind’s eye. I had a very trying week, and one day I made it a point to choose and colour a page (below). An hour and half of uninterrupted colouring later, I felt different. I felt like I had taken a power nap and woken up energized and clean of my mental stressors.

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Now, colouring might not prove therapeutic for the non-artist, but I do think there is something in the very action of repetition (rubbing a pencil crayon back and forth across the paper), concentration (making sure the colour doesn’t come out of the lines) and un-pressured creative choice (the opportunity to pick whatever colours and shades you think best suit the picture before you) that makes colouring a strong contender in the realm of Art Therapy. I’ve seen the same stress-relieving benefits to crocheting; the looping of the chain with the same single and double knot motion through the entire piece to create something functional and noteworthy.

Specifically, I think engaging in arts and crafts has the ability to unlock the shackles to our day-to-day must-dos. For awhile, it pulls us back into a state of suspension where our creativity is activated. And that creativity, which utilizes a different part of our brain, can allow for us to tap into our happier selves.

Would I then recommend colouring as a form of relieving stress? Yes, but it doesn’t just have to be colouring. I would recommend any form of art, including the pillar of this blog post: writing.

 

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