I have spent the last week thinking about the past year. I have discussed this with some people and I think I got caught up. I was quick to think that this year wasn't so great, but really I can't say that.
The year started off with my recognition for my teaching, which I still am working at perfecting. However, I am learning that there is no such thing as a perfect teacher, or perfect student...there are only those who strive for perfection. These are the people who want the best for themselves and for others and will do just about anything to achieve it. These are the people who aren't afraid to to be flawed. They fail. They make mistakes. They reevaluate. They regroup.
Twenty Thirteen saw the ten year anniversary of my grandmother's passing and the realization that I hang on to this even with too hard of a grip.
Twenty Thirteen saw my feet get wet in the ocean for the second time in my life. It's greatness amazes me.
Twenty Thirteen saw my heart try to let someone in that just wasn't right for me. She wanted me to give more than I had to give.
Twenty Thirteen saw my brain (and heart) decide to make changes in the way I educate. With the the support and similar vision of some truly great people I embarked on this journey. We called it a pilot program, but I think it has really taken flight...and can't wait to see how it continues to soar.
Twenty Thirteen leaves me with hope. A simple word: Hope. One syllable. Four letters. Powerful in it's simplicity. I hope for the best. I hope for the best for you all and for myself. I hope for more exciting changes and more of the same. I hope for fireworks all of the time and not just on special occasions. 2013 was full of bursts of fire and I can only hope that 2014 brings even more.
