Monday, June 15, 2009


I just got home from a retirement celebration. It was a small group of female principals celebrating the retirement of a woman who has spent 30+ years in education. I was always in awe of this woman. Elaine went from being a teacher, to someone representing “affirmative action” at the board level to a programme officer at the Ministry of Education. She ended her last 8 or so years with our board as a principal. And yet, in spite of all of her successes she is still a "down to earth" woman who actually enjoys my company!

As woman do, we chatted over top of each other….yes, for you men out there, woman do really sound like “The View.” As we were trading stories about our last year at work, our plans for summer vacation, bragging and complaining about our children, I mentioned my daughter, who is entering her third year at Queen’s University, is “finding herself” as she is finding it difficult to pinpoint her major. That is when someone said something to me that I found quite startling………”It’s not about finding yourself but rather creating yourself.”

That put a totally new spin on my life. It is totally up to me as to what direction my life will take. I cannot just wait for fate to take me where I am going, but if I want something it is totally up to me to make it happen.

Now I just need to decide what I want to happen!

I am so disillusioned! In my quest to find a pretty picture to put with these blah words of my blog, I discovered there are about 71,200,000 google entries of “It’s not about finding yourself, it’s about creating yourself.”

I thought I had discovered a new philosophy, something new to ponder. I am so disappointed! I am even sorrier to disappoint anyone out there still reading this………….. it was not a new saying or philosophy at all, just another quote to put on a coffee mug.

Are there any new ideas out there?

1 comment:

Jenn Jilks said...

I wrote a book! But I burned out giving palliative care to parents...I wanted to write about teaching. Now I just blog! You cant's swing a dead cat without hitting a retired teacher in My Muskoka! -a dime a dozen.