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Hello 2025!
As part of my New Year Celebrations, I come up with goals for the year - both broad and specific, all falling under one vision/focus phrase.
This year, my focus phrase is: No Doubt, All Courage.
My broad goals are:
Healthy Body, Healthy Mind, Healthy Writer.
Developing Worlds and Words
Creative Visibility
I'll be giving weekly and monthly updates on those throughout the year here, in my newsletter, and on my podcast.
But let's jump into today's Insecure Writer's Support Group post:
"The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer - aim for a dozen new people each time - and return comments. This group is all about connecting!" (Quote from IWSG Page)
Our optional question of the month is: Describe someone you admired when you were a child. Did your opinion of that person change when you grew up?
Tall, lean, red-headed, always quick with encouragement, a story, and a smile, Mr. Morrison was a kindly neighbor who lived on our street, one of the few I called by last name. I knew he was a teacher at my school and knew he had a fun job in the summers as a National Park Ranger. He moved and I was sad, and then I leveled up a few grades and found out he had only moved neighborhoods. In fact, he became my fifth grade teacher, and then became my sixth grade math teacher - he "moved up" with my entire grade level because my age group happened to be the largest graduating class my school (and district) had ever had.
But that's getting ahead a bit.
In class, Mr. Morrison encouraged, told stories, and smiled - most of the time. He loved science, art, history, math, and storytelling. He loved his students. But, he did have an issue with messy desks. One other student and I nearly drove him to distraction... yep. While he was my favorite teacher of all time, I got in trouble in his class. I respected him for actually seeing what was going on in his classroom and on the playground.
When I started having troubles with hyperfocus, he didn't let me get away with showing up late to class. He may not have had any knowledge of ADHD, because that term hadn't been coined then - or at least wasn't known at my school - but he did try to help me overcome it. When I had to stay in class and write sentences about not being late to class because I hadn't heard the bell ring while in the library reading (yes, I hyperfocus whenever there are words in front of me), I told him what had happened. It was the third incident of it that got me the sentences, btw, he was a teacher who believed in second and third chances before he meted out punishment (unless he caught someone bullying someone else). When I told him the trouble I was having, he seemed puzzled - and at first, he said he doubted my story, but he checked in with the librarians and learned I was telling the truth. He told me to a) go outside during lunch recess instead of going to the library because I needed fresh air, but also b) to try sitting in an uncomfortable position to read or only allowing myself to read the last chapters of a book in the library, or to read standing up or by the librarian's desk and have the librarian say something to me. I followed his advice. It didn't always work, but it helped.
When I had him for math the next year, he tried to give me more pointers on how to break my hyperfocus, but again, mostly advised me to get outside at lunch recess because he thought I needed more outside time, and I did like being outside, so I mostly did that. But he knew that I had trouble with bullies on the playground, so he also went outside more as a playground "extra" to supervise. The whole reason I had started going to the library was because of bullies, and he did not like bullying behavior.
And that wasn't what I was planning to write at all when I started this. I meant to write about his amazing and incredibly performance of The Cremation of Sam McGee, a poem by Robert W. Service (complete with dressing up and putting on an accent), his 30 Questions (20 questions with 30 students) game concerning an object in his desk that always had something to do with our science lesson after lunch - a few memorable objects were a goat's eyeball and a owl's pellet, his classroom court in which anyone could take someone else to court (he was the judge complete with robe and wig), his pretend money and checkbook system which we used for biweekly flea markets where we could sell each other free/used items and could earn money through rewards, bank money, and use our checkbooks, his recognition and encouragement that art could be fun (this was news to me, since all my other elementary school teachers made it terrible), and his love of being outside and talking about trees, plants, and animals with wonder and amazement.
The awesome co-hosts for the January 8 posting of the IWSG are Rebecca Douglass, Beth Camp, Liza @ Middle Passages, and Natalie @ Literary Rambles!
Happy New Year and IWSG Day!
What are your goals this year? Or your best memories of someone you admired when you were younger?
