“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens…"

(This one goes out to my Flaco, I will miss our “Yup, that’s a Cuban for you,” chats…Sweetie, if you are truly reading my chats…please, strive higher, reach new heights and know that in this world, you have someone who believes in your unlimited potential that isn’t your dad!) 

Well, I am back this week, a little earlier than expected, but I guess that is a great thing since a few weeks ago I was behind in our little chats. This week has been quite eventful to say the least and it has reminded me of something my daddy always says, “life is a balance, Nena, and you must always look to find that balance.”  It has also reminded me of the 3rd chapter of Ecclesiastes where King Salomon warns us that there is a time for everything and that every activity under the sun has its allotted time. I do not say it enough, but I want to urge you my sweet readers, to read the good book of life. It has something for every occasion of our lives.  This week it serves as a reminder that sometimes we laugh, and sometimes we cry until we can not cry any more, and both are essential for our growth: spiritually, emotionally and physically.  Especially, since with each passing event one really sees what people are made of overall.

Today, for the first time in 24 years I wasn’t there on the “First Day of School,” and as I woke up at my usual time, I realized how much I had changed as an educator.  I noticed that my first thought, like always, was the students, then it quickly shifted towards the teachers, the ones that really make a difference in the classroom.  Tears rolled down my eyes because I realized that on Sunday I had the opportunity to laugh, and today, was my time to cry.  I love my team, I wish them best and as they make this year a memorable one I pray they will hold on to their ideals as educators and understand that each student is another opportunity for them to change the society in which we live.

Life is all about balance, teachers must respect students, but students must respect teachers.  Administrators must lead, and teachers must follow, but each must remember to hold their integrity intact.  A balance. 

As you finish off this week my most treasured readers, remember this…in this life rather you are laughing or crying, living or dying, dancing or still, you have a choice to choose your path, your destiny, so DO NOT allow anyone to take away your joy, your love and your willingness to help and be helped.  Remember your balance, keep your eyes on the path and do not go astray.  Everyone was born with a God given talent, something that is uniquely theirs.  Find your talent my dear readers, use it and never let go of it.  For years and years, I thought my talent was educating.  I LOVED PUBLIC EDUCATION and I thought my talent in life was to educate, to instruct and/or to guide the future generation of both students and teachers.  Yet, as I walked away from what I felt was a battle field and I was stopped by numerous hugs, tears and words of encouragement, something stood out.  It was my Flaco’s words that resignated in my mind this morning when he looked at me with his sad eyes, and his wrinkled little clothes and told me, “keep writing, don’t let anything stop you from writing.”  He didn’t mention anything about education.  All he wanted me to do was to keep writing.  Of all the conversations, we had had these past two years, he never once gave me advice to that level of intensity.  Imagine, he left me speechless for a minute because I don’t think he knew what his words meant to me as I walk away with my heart in my hands. 

So, you see my Dear Readers, life is a journey and in this journey sometimes we are walking on the sidewalk, sometimes we are swimming in calm or turbulent waters, and sometimes we are on a tight rope trying to keep our balance.  Wherever it is that you find yourselves this week, remember… “don’t stop writing,” in other words, don’t stop doing what you love.  Who knows, maybe in the process you will find your niche!

Until Sunday, hope you enjoyed our Chat…

XxOo,

Cyndi