This past
Wednesday, we inducted a host of kids into the National Honor Society. Great
ceremony run by the kids, seniors, with guidance from our two advisors. But our
two advisors are quick to point to the seniors as the ones who put it together
and ran it.
As I was getting
ready for it, my wife said, “You know, this is the beginning of the end.” I
looked at her quizzically and she said, “This begins the end of the year.”
She’s right. The
NHS Induction kicks off all of the events leading to the end of the year and
commencement. In fact, she wasn’t the only one to mention it. That evening in
two separate conversations with parents of seniors, they mentioned the same
thing.
An all school
dance. Prom. End of year tests and exams. Senior Dinner Dance. Senior picnic.
Commencement rehearsal. Commencement. The end.
I know as a dad
as well as a principal, I got caught up in the emotion of it. For the past
eight years, I had a child in the same school as I was. Not this year. A little
different for me. But for the parents I spoke with this past Wednesday evening,
I heard the wistfulness, the melancholy, even the sadness in their voice. I
recognized it because I had heard it in my own voice three times: Wil’s
graduation, Hannah’s graduation, and Emily’s graduation.
This has been a
long week. It’s Friday, and Friday marks the end of the week. As I write this,
it’s dark and cloudy and rainy.
Friday is An
Ending Of Sorts.
Tomorrow we can
sleep in a little longer. Putz around the house. Kinda sorta do what we want.
Sunday, more of the same.
And then Monday
. . .
I normally write
these messages on Friday, taking the opportunity to put into words what I’ve
thought about, felt, witnessed. I use these messages as a reflection of the
week gone by.
It’s just one
more Friday mixed in with all the other Fridays. And, it’s one more reflection
among the many I’ve written or one more reflection someone else has written.
But it is a reflection nonetheless.
What went right?
What went wrong? What I . . . we . . . could have done better?
And Friday is a
nice day, a nice time to reflect. The nice thing about Friday is that it is An
Ending Of Sorts. There is a bit of a break before we begin again. And when we
do turn off the alarm or hit the snooze on Monday, we have a decision to make,
you and I. We can simply repeat the steps, the routines, the words- blessed or
hurtful- as we did the days and week previous, or we can choose to do something
else.
Friday, and
really any ending, gives us an opportunity to reflect and ponder and consider.
Mostly, Friday and any ending gives us the opportunity to change, to begin
again, to begin anew.
So my question to
you is . . . how will you use this opportunity to reflect? Will you give
yourself the opportunity to change a pattern of behavior, a pattern of speech?
Will you give yourself the opportunity to change your pattern of thought? Or
will you simply do as you always do, do as you’ve always done because that’s
the way you’ve always done it? The question is yours to answer. The choice is
yours to make. Up to you. Something to think about . . .
Live Your Life,
and Make A Difference!
To My Readers:
I finished my
fifth work of thriller/mystery fiction, Caught
In A Web and it’s currently being edited. I’ll keep you posted as to when
it will be published.
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