It’s the Thought that Counts

You are less than four months away from achieving your degree, getting certified to teach, and snagging that dream job. Why are you not inspired? Well, let’s see:

 

It’s the Thought that Counts

By Megan Springs

You are tired.

You probably got the flu that was being passed around

just before Christmas Break at your placement school—

and your college campus, your family, and every public area within 50 miles of town.

Because you’d previously been under the delusion that taking 17 credit hours would be a good idea and ended up neglecting the entirety of your personal life, friends, neighbors, pets, and

even your housekeeping duties so badly in the last semester;

you spent the entire break making it up to them –

You did not rest, and you are not well rested,

as everyone who welcomes you back hopes that you are.

It’s the thought that counts.

Of course, as soon as you returned, you caught the flu

that was being passed around after the break—

You know, the one that students actually traveled across whole states

in order to catch and bring back just for you?

It’s the thought that counts.

You arrive home late after an eight hour day in the classroom, a three hour meeting for a college club, and a one hour commute, to find your husband sitting on the couch watching football, totally oblivious to the baby who is playing quietly beside him – with your entire canister of flour, expertly using your best powder brush to mash the flour granules into the fibers of your couch cushion as he shakes out tiny drops of apple juice all over this masterpiece with his sippy cup.  “Made you picture Mommy!”

It’s the thought that counts.

There is a story of a woman who wanted to climb the tallest mountain.

On her journey, she suffered from thorns and thistles that pricked her tender skin as she ascended each rock cliff with slow, painful, determination.

She shivered under the cold rain, the biting ice,

and wheezed in the thin air as she climbed higher and higher.

However, when she reached the top, there were still thorns and thistles, there was still rain and ice, there was even the thinnest air she had ever tasted, -- But

There was also sunshine, miles and miles and miles of breathtaking beauty, a sense of peaceful satisfaction for what she has accomplished.

When someone later asked the woman if she would endure the journey again,

Her only reply was that the journey was the only reason she did it in the first place.

Don’t be afraid of the journey. It’s the getting there that makes the difference!