Whenever I take my Forensics/Speech & Debate team on a trip, the kids somehow manage to go on “epic adventures.”
Sometimes I hear about their shenanigans during the event or just after, but most often, I don’t hear about them until much, much later. They’re good kids, so they never get in trouble (as far as I know at least), they just entertain themselves between competition rounds.
For me, coaching them for the past three years has been one epic adventure after another, but I’m done. Today I boarded the bus at 5:00 am to head across the state of Nevada for the last time as head coach.
Hopefully, we will qualify a handful of kids to the National tournament, so I will still have one more trip, but it (happily) won’t include a midnight bus ride home.
Maybe I’m just old, but I don’t think I’ll miss spending a night every month on a school bus listening to teenagers who get the “midnight crazies” due to sheer exhaustion and vast amounts of sugar and energy drinks. We often arrive home just in time to see the sunrise as we clean the bus and disembark. These nights lead to an all-day Sunday “forensics” hangover without the benefit of even one measly margarita.
Yep, I definitely won’t miss that.
I will, however, miss the kids and the rapport I have built with them over the past few years. In many ways, I have gotten to know these students much better than the ones I spend time with in my classroom, and they’re an amazing group of young men and women.
I struggled with this decision because coaching and teaching speech is one of the very best parts of my job, but I’ve also decided that I want to focus on my writing. Writing is the next chapter of my life, but I cannot begin that chapter until I close the one I’m in.
I like to be busy, and in fact, I’m much more productive if I have a lot going on in my life, but I also know that a full life has no room for anything else. One of my favorite times when I’m writing is when the story just comes; it’s like I’m receiving it as a divine gift from the muses. I’ve learned that in order to receive it, I must be open and “empty” to it. I can’t “fill up” on a story, or time with my kids or husband, if I’m already full and my brain is going a million miles an hour thinking of other obligations.
This has been a difficult lesson for me to learn, and one that I’ve had to learn over, and over, and over. Someday, maybe I’ll figure it out BEFORE I feel completely overwhelmed.
It’s okay to say “no,” to allow those empty spaces in our lives. We need them, spiritually and emotionally, in order to do our best work and live with purpose in those areas of our lives that our souls unequivocally say “yes” to. I am looking forward to the next “epic adventure” in my life, and I sincerely pray that God doesn’t mock me in anyway by having it include even one teen filled midnight bus ride.