I Will Permit it to Pass Over Me

For most of my adult life I’ve been caught between the extremes of brassy honesty and hyper-introversion.  To break it down: I rarely offer information, but if you ask, I don’t spare much.  I’ve learned to be accountable for what I say.

This blog turns the tables.  No one is asking, and anything I share is drawn into the public ether of the internets.   That’s why this is post #5 and the first you’ve seen of it on Facebook or any similar site.   I’ve been a bit afraid.

Today I remind myself that fear is the mind-killer, the little-death.  I’ve made the first truly courageous decision of my life, and I’m ready to share it.  Starting in June, I’ll be doing life differently.   No more 9-to-5 (let’s be real, educators: 6-to-zero-dark-thirty).  I want to live artfully, wholly.   When my contract ends with GDPS, I won’t be returning to the school site.  To any school site.   In the upcoming year, I will be taking time for contemplation, personal growth and wellness.   Any work I do will either be in barter, telecommuting, or through my small consulting (soon to be in existence!) business, Sage & True.

I’m still working out what  a slower life will look like.  I’ve spent the better part of this spring break trying to figure it out.  While I can’t account for the whole of it, the parts surely contain sunlight, poetry and laughter.   And it’s really about time.

I must not fear.  Fear is the mind-killer.  Fear is the little-death…I will face my fear.  I will permit it to pass over me and through me…Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

— Frank Herbert’s Dune