So here it is. The "jar that you keep all your great memories from the year in" and then you are supposed to open it up and read them all on New Year's Eve. This is my 2013 jar. I saw the idea last year plastered all over Facebook, and I actually did it. That is a quart-sized mason jar about 3/4 full of slips of paper with small remembrances on them.
I'm afraid of it.
This jar is full of great moments from teaching. It is full of little memories of great people I met, times I felt successful, little ideas I had that worked out.
And now... well, if you haven't caught on by this point, then you should scroll back to the original posts and get yourself up to speed.
Up until a month ago, I had every intention of sitting here tonight in a celebratory manner and opening up the jar, and seeing what was in there that I didn't remember putting in. I was going to feel successful and like I had finally found my path in life. It was going to be a great night full of great memories. Maybe there would even be someone here to share these great memories with and laugh with. What a change that would be! Company on New Year's Eve.
It is sitting on the kitchen table right now... mocking me. I'm looking at the bright green and yellow paper with the clownfish that I used as scrap to put notes on. When I ran out of the green clownfish paper, I used blue paper with black and white zebras. Some are folded so the colorful side is facing out, and others are folded with the colors inside and only showing me the blank, white side.
I'm undecided on whether I will open it. Tonight or any night. By myself or with company.
The whole idea of this jar is to remember all the great things that happened. If you know me, you know I rarely forget anything. And it is especially rare for me to forget something I wrote down. I'm making a rough count of how many things are there in there that I will find enjoyable, and trying to weigh if those are worth the pain.
Stay tuned for the outcome. Will she open the jar, or will she just dump it in the garbage?
Good bye 2013, don't let the door hit ya...
Stay safe tonight. Happy New Year!
I'm afraid of it.
This jar is full of great moments from teaching. It is full of little memories of great people I met, times I felt successful, little ideas I had that worked out.
And now... well, if you haven't caught on by this point, then you should scroll back to the original posts and get yourself up to speed.
Up until a month ago, I had every intention of sitting here tonight in a celebratory manner and opening up the jar, and seeing what was in there that I didn't remember putting in. I was going to feel successful and like I had finally found my path in life. It was going to be a great night full of great memories. Maybe there would even be someone here to share these great memories with and laugh with. What a change that would be! Company on New Year's Eve.
It is sitting on the kitchen table right now... mocking me. I'm looking at the bright green and yellow paper with the clownfish that I used as scrap to put notes on. When I ran out of the green clownfish paper, I used blue paper with black and white zebras. Some are folded so the colorful side is facing out, and others are folded with the colors inside and only showing me the blank, white side.
I'm undecided on whether I will open it. Tonight or any night. By myself or with company.
The whole idea of this jar is to remember all the great things that happened. If you know me, you know I rarely forget anything. And it is especially rare for me to forget something I wrote down. I'm making a rough count of how many things are there in there that I will find enjoyable, and trying to weigh if those are worth the pain.
Stay tuned for the outcome. Will she open the jar, or will she just dump it in the garbage?
Good bye 2013, don't let the door hit ya...
Stay safe tonight. Happy New Year!