When I think about all the lessons,
I have learned from my mistakes I realize that they are the ghosts from my past.
The ghosts whisper into my ears, “Your greatest lessons came from your greatest
failures.”
Should I be fearful
of these ghosts from my past? No way. They have much to teach me as I enter
into the next season of my life. A new beginning to a new me. My ghosts teach
me that to learn I must fail, to succeed I must fall. It is not about knowing
much, but rather much about knowing.
Can I be a student
and a teacher? My ghosts say yes! They
cheer me on, a pep squad only I can see. This season as a student in a
classroom with others young enough to be my children will automatically place
me in a position as a teacher as well, whether I want it or not. My ghosts remind me of what that was like
years ago sitting next to others generations ahead of you.
Pencils, pens,
papers, websites, syllabuses, the list goes on. Going back and letting my
ghosts of yesterday teach and lead me in an area, I was not ready for over two
decades ago. My ghosts are my instructors, my reminders of what I am capable
of. They remind me of my love for learning and giving what I know away.
Digging deep into a
question. Cradling the question mark
between both my hands. Juggling the
thought of what could be, that is what keeps me up late at night with my nose
in a book, tapping away at the keyboard.
The very reason why I know I am ready for such a time as this.
I use to think there
was no more for me to learn, this was it, yet it never seemed to be enough to
keep the passion and fire of my life alive. One day I woke up with the realization that God
gave me a brain and a rather smart one at that. I am learning through my ghosts
that not only is it ok to ask many question but that God created my mind to do
just that.
I watch as my faith rubs
up against the ghosts of my past to reveal the middle of the unknown, the
questions with no answers. It is in the
context of the questions that I have come to appreciate where the road less
traveled becomes the journey of a lifetime.
And I have joined that
journey. I can feel the energy of the classroom as I
close my eyes and imagine sitting in my chair, just another student. A number
on a chart, role call with my name on it. I missed this life even when I was
living it. Two and half decades ago, I walked the halls of higher
education. Not a woman with a purpose
but a child all of 18. Back then, I felt
more like a stranger in this world. A
new town, new school and a new life knocked me into insanity. Following in the footsteps of everyone else
but not knowing why.
“If I only knew
then what I know now.” A cliché I choose
to throw away. The truth is what would
that have done? Here is where faith
prevails, where failures, falling and struggles come together to form my life
choices. Choices that were good and bad,
they are the very experiences in my life that have brought me to this sweet
spot, this moment in time where my past,
present and future have now collided and make sense. The puzzles pieces fit together.
I use to feel like a
stranger in this land but today with my past, present and future married, I
finally feel like I belong. I feel like
I belong in this moment in time where I get to choose. Where, what, when and
why I am doing what I plan to do. Each step I take, each breath I breathe comes
with the knowledge that my teachers my ghosts of my past have been teaching me
all along.
This day was inevitable.
This day where I feel fully free to be
me, OK as a human being in a human body with human experiences. This day living
in the now where I do not feel the urge to apologize for who I am, what I have
done or where I spend time. Yes in need, my greatest instructors are the ghosts
from my past, they have taught me to pause and press into the moment so I can
step into my future.
Thank you for letting me share.
Cris
