finally ready to look ahead and live

Finally, I’m Ready to Look Ahead and Live

The hurts are deep for so many of us, like me. And yet, there are times we have to choose to go on. In an event that will forever shape my world, my Mom died on December 30th, and we buried her on January 3, 2021. She was my precious Mom and, in many ways, my best friend. She listened to me and loved me even when I messed up just terribly. But she listened and encouraged as a remarkable example of unconditional love.

Even though this was back in January, the whole school year has been a blur. It was a choice to move forward each day. In this post I will share my story of how I have made it through this hard and difficult time, how I was able to smile and find joy, and how just this morning I woke up and am ready to move forward. I'm not going to say my mourning is over, I'm not sure you ever “get over” something like this. I am saying that I'm ready to live. Here's my story.

finally ready to look ahead and live

Time to Think. Time to Reflect.

This week I was “off” of work—a staycation of sorts. As is wise to do, I think, I spent time reflecting upon the past and setting goals for the future.

I admit, until this morning – this quiet Saturday morning – I've been unable to set even one tiny goal. It has literally been a choice to live one day at a time because that is all I could do.

Vicki and my Granny Martin

In eighth grade, my Grandmother Martin took me to Alaska; this is us on the ship. The conversations we had have impacted my whole life.

Advice from Granny Martin

Many years ago, my Granny Martin took me to Alaska. I was in eighth grade and full of energy. She was in her 70's and had a gall bladder problem. The combination of our conditions meant that we lay awake all night under the midnight sun as she talked to me about life and living.

And one thing she told me has lived in my mind and heart forever. She said,

“Vicki. One day, you will lose someone near to you. And you will think you cannot live. That you cannot make it. What I want you to do when it happens is I want you to remember to put one foot in front of the other for a while. Don't make any major decisions. Just choose to take one step at a time. Then, one day, maybe six months later, maybe a year or two. You will know when. You will wake up and realize that you can live your life. And when you reach that day, look ahead and live.”

Interestingly, as I broke in December, my stove broke too. Feeding my family as we all had COVID and Mom was dying with no stove was a mess, but fortunately, some of my church and school friends helped us when we were so desperate by leaving food on the front porch.

Other things have also happened in this time. But seriously, who wants to listen to my laundry list of ills?

I'm currently committed to a complaining detox which means I will not complain for 21 days. If I do, I have to start over! So I'll carefully write these next words.

Yet, I'm not complaining, but to give you context — yes, everyone in my family got COVID back in December. Wow, we were sick. Mama was dying. My brother-in-law had died in October, just after some major skin cancer surgery for me. It was the most stressful school year of my 19 years in the profession for many reasons. I hated wearing the mandatory mask, but I did it because it was necessary. Others we cared about fought cancer or COVID, died or had difficult things in their lives. We had a job change for my husband, a senior year for a college and a high school child – and a freshman year behind a mask for our youngest. Empty nest on top of it. We both had other big responsibilities that were gifts, and I'd never list those as a burden, so I won't. I count serving as a joy!

Many people Kip and I knew were bitter. And oh, the politics. Wow, how did any of us live through that toxic civil war of words that even continues today?

Yet, this I know, dear friends. Hatred may be strong, but love is stronger.

Yes, I Wanted to Quit

I'll admit, I've wanted to quit. Not just this blog or the podcast but teaching altogether. Year 19 and done. Who knows what to do next? — Anything but this nightmare of 2020-2021! Seriously. I want out! Who doesn't?

And yet, as I prayed over it, it always came back to this — not like this. Not now. Not now. I could hear Granny saying,

Choose to go on. One foot in front of the other. No major decisions.”

Finishing Well is a Habit

When I run, I always sprint at the end. It may be a half marathon, but I'm going to give everything I have (which may not be much)  at the end of the race. It is a philosophy of life. When I'm done, I want to have given all I have.

I can say that I gave my best since before we went in lockdown in March 2020 to June 18, 2021, when I went on vacation for this week.

Being excellent in a hard time is not something that came in my own strength, though. I can't pretend to be strong. I'm not. I'm very, very weak.

This blog post is my story, so I'll tell it. You tell yours. I'll tell mine.

How I Made It Through This Season

my prayer and thinking chair

My prayer and thinking chair in the corner of my office is where I started every morning for years, especially since the pandemic started. I would kneel full of worries and problems and rise to live another remarkable day.

Here's how I've made it through the last year and a half or so. Each morning – sometimes as early as 2 or 3 am, I'd get up and go to my prayer and thinking chair and kneel. And as I knelt, I'd take every single problem to God. I prayed in Jesus' name and He answered.

My problems. Problems of my friends and family. Each worry. Each pain. Sometimes, I'd get up, and the burgundy seat cushion would be soaked with tears.

Then, I'd open the Bible and read.

And each morning after this quiet and solitude, I would rise empowered and ready to fight and go ahead. It is unexplainable. Unrealistic. Improbable. But it is true.

As I prayed and took everything to God, He gave me the grace and goodness to rise strong to live and fight another day.

I'd love to tell you that I'm some she-ro who got twenty stitches in the face after skin cancer (pic to the right – yuck!) and went and put on my Captain Marvel costume and went to class the next day.  I didn't. I had to hide and stay home because we all agreed I looked so gruesome that I had to be hidden from sight. That is how bad I looked. (I love my students too much to make them look at me like that! I debated even showing you this picture, but a video I shared on Twitter I filmed at the end of the week now has 16k views where I talked about some of what I learned seemed to help a lot of people. I couldn't bring myself to share it for over a month!)

I'd love to tell you that I made a list of 50 things and got all of them plus 1 done each day.

After my skin cancer surgery in October, I joked that my face was the Halloween costume. The doctor said I would require many more surgeries to reconstruct my face. No exaggeration, I have healed miraculously. I was told I had to smile so my lip would go back into place, and so smiling through this season has been essential for my health and my face. I don't show this picture to gross you out; I show this picture so you can see a miracle. Every smile I wear is a miracle!

But that didn't happen.

Yet, each moment. Each breath. Each heartbeat. Well, my friends. It is a gift, and I'm glad to be here.

And I'm thankful for every single person in my life. I'm glad you're here.

I'm glad to be able to smile!

Because we cannot be overcome by evil, but you overcome evil with good. (Romans 12:21).

You Can't Stuff the Heartbreak In

You can't read this blog post and fix yourself.

Emotions are not like clothes that you can put into a vacuum bag and suck all the air out so you can cram it into the suitcase of your heart. That vacuum bag will spring a leak, and the suitcase is going to come busting out. Because when you stuff emotions inside, it always manifests itself in some way. Always. Repressed emotions are a sure way to become cynical, angry, or depressed.

A few words aren't enough band-aid to close up yucky stuff that gushes forth from a broken heart.

I think many of these hurts hit us, teachers, hardest of all. We've all met the cynical, angry person who has nothing good to say about anyone or anything. If you haven't met a cynical teacher, you've not been teaching long. If you're the cynical teacher, then you've stuffed all your stuff inside without dealing with it. It usually isn't the front office that has you angry; it is usually repressed anger that has you angry. We must give a productive outlet to the stress and upset feelings.

I've been the cynical teacher. I've been the depressed teacher. I've been the heartbroken teacher. All of those things. I've even played the martyr a few times (and literally have the t-shirts to prove it.)

Get Out the Scissors

There's a great old story about John Wesley, the preacher who helped found Methodism. He had just given a sermon, and a woman came up to him and said,

“Sir, can you take criticism?

Wesley says,

In March, I ran the Disney Princess 10K as part of the “Challenge,” where I ran 5k/ 10k and then a half marathon this spring to repeat what I did last year. I show this because even running was a choice, but in this picture, I don't have makeup so that you can see what a blessing the healing of my face has been. I'm rejoicing! Smiling and running have been a choice, for sure, and God has graced me with the ability to do these things.

“Sure, Mam, what do you need to say?”

The woman proceeds to get out her scissors and says,

“Your tie is too long for a man of the cloth.”

Then, she proceeds to cut his tie off at the appropriate length she found acceptable.

Wesley then asked for her scissors and says,

“Mam, can you take criticism?

She says,

“Sure Reverend Wesley, what do you have to say?”

Wesley says,

“Mam, stick out your tongue.”

Now, we all know he didn't do the obvious and cut off her tongue; however, the point was made. The woman was really not interested in helping Wesley, only in expressing her acid-tongued opinion. She would have been better cutting off her tongue than to speak such things.

Holding your tongue is a choice you have to make if you're ready to stop the slide and turn around.

We Have a Choice

So, I'm not going to do anything here but to share with you that you have a choice. As Tolkien said,

“we cannot choose the times in which we live, only in how we will live the times.”

Pressing publish is going to be hard for me on this post. I don't know that what I have to say is going to be helpful. But I've read that if you create out of your pain, it can help others struggling too, so I guess I'll finish and see if it helps someone.

I Choose to Move Forward

So, as I've prayed it over, I'm not ready to quit teaching yet. I have to sprint to the end. I have to go out on top. Just like I rise to make it another day, I will rise one day and know that it is time to move on from teaching in the classroom every day, although I know that I will always be a teacher. I will always teach somewhere.

But I've decided this morning that I've got a few goals.

I literally woke up this morning and have realized that I can live. This is my blog post on the other side of the chasm. One I wasn't sure I could cross.

I want to make it to episode 800 of the 10-minute teacher podcast this year. I've already published 4,769 posts on my blog, and I would like to hit 5,000 posts this school year – so if I have 54 podcast episodes, that makes another 177 blog posts that need to be written. When I publish this one, it will be 176. I know that seems like a lot, but I'd love to help people. And I'd like to finish year 20 of teaching this upcoming year and finish it well. I want to finish the book I've been writing for eight years. (Right, I said eight.)

The Choice

Living is a choice. Processing pain is a choice. Taking problems to the only One who can do anything about them is a choice.

My Mama knew how to die. She also knew how to live. She took the time to examine life and death to know what they both meant and find the truth.

The truth really does set you free. It sets you free to choose. It sets you free not to let the death of the woman who brought you into the world take you out of it. It sets you free to go on, not because you're not in pain and hurting, but because you are strengthened in your weakness.

We all have choices. We cannot choose most of the things that happen to us. But how we respond – that we can choose.

I know of more people than ever that snort their stimulus check up their nose, and have lived in a drug-induced haze since last year. Others have chosen change just for the sake of change. But if you're miserable wherever you go – you're the only thing you're taking with you. Don't throw yourself away; find a new you.

It doesn't have to be this way.

This is my story, and it is what has happened. Honestly, it is miraculous in many ways, and I'm grateful. Not because life has been easy but because somehow, each day, I've had victory. No, I'm not joyful FOR the pain; I'm joyful in my pain. There's a difference. I'm living proof of the power of God.

I Choose

I choose to teach year 20 with everything I have and make it the best, most awesome, most incredible year I've ever taught. This July, I choose to enter season 10 of the 10 Minute Teacher Podcast and feature helpful, hopeful, encouraging guests who will help teachers of all kinds in all sorts of places be their best and reach every child. I choose to write on this blog and hit publish. I choose to publish the book I've been writing since 2013 finally. I choose.

I choose not because I'm strong but because I'm weak but have been made strong to do the work. On my own, this blog, the podcast, and my teaching career would be dead and gone by now. All gone.

I got a new stove yesterday, and I got a new attitude this morning. Both of them were bought for me at a price, and I'm grateful.

So, every word and deed that goes live on this blog from now on will be to the glory of God. It doesn't mean I'll talk about Him in every post but every post I write is because He calls me to encourage teachers and help them reach every beautiful child in their classrooms around the world. What a calling!

Because left to myself, I have to be honest and admit to you that I would be done. Gone. Left the profession.

I'm glad for my Grandmother's advice all those years ago. I'm glad to have the kind of Mama who deserves to be deeply mourned. I'm most glad to have the kind of God to gives me new life when it should be over.

Here we go. Finally, I'm ready to look ahead and live.

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Vicki Davis

Vicki Davis is a full-time classroom teacher and IT Director in Georgia, USA. She is Mom of three, wife of one, and loves talking about the wise, transformational use of technology for teaching and doing good in the world. She hosts the 10 Minute Teacher Podcast which interviews teachers around the world about remarkable classroom practices to inspire and help teachers. Vicki focuses on what unites us -- a quest for truly remarkable life-changing teaching and learning. The goal of her work is to provide actionable, encouraging, relevant ideas for teachers that are grounded in the truth and shared with love. Vicki has been teaching since 2002 and blogging since 2005. Vicki has spoken around the world to inspire and help teachers reach their students. She is passionate about helping every child find purpose, passion, and meaning in life with a lifelong commitment to the joy and responsibility of learning. If you talk to Vicki for very long, she will encourage you to "Relate to Educate" or "innovate like a turtle" or to be "a remarkable teacher." She loves to talk to teachers who love their students and are trying to do their best. Twitter is her favorite place to share and she loves to make homemade sourdough bread and cinnamon rolls and enjoys running half marathons with her sisters. You can usually find her laughing with her students or digging into a book.

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Carol Bremner June 26, 2021 - 11:50 am

Thank you for sharing your heart. Without Him, I think many of us would have given up. But instead we have a new beginning, morning by morning and so much to be thankful for.

God Bless,

Vicki Davis June 28, 2021 - 8:09 pm

We do!

Thomas I M Ho June 26, 2021 - 11:57 am

I had NO idea how challenging your year has been because you carried yourself so well!

Vicki Davis June 28, 2021 - 8:10 pm

I have always guarded myself when overly tired or overly emotional. Well, I won’t say I always have because in my early years I sometimes wrote when I shouldn’t have. So many people had so many burdens, my friend, it didn’t make much sense to dump all of it out there. God was so good to me and carried me through. You are a blessing my friend.

Deborah June 26, 2021 - 1:01 pm

Thank you for sharing. I lost my dad in February and then my mom in April. Still feeling that one foot in front of the other ….. I had two parents that deserved to be mourned deeply. Your post encourages me.

Vicki Davis June 28, 2021 - 8:11 pm

I am so sorry, Deborah. It is so hard and not something I ever understood and even now I don’t know if I understand it. Having remarkable parents is a gift. And learning to live on after they go on is what can make us remarkable children that will make them proud. Blessings to you. One day at a time. One day you’ll wake up and realize you can live, I pray. It isn’t easy but life is worth it.

Judy June 26, 2021 - 1:14 pm

💖 God is so good—- holding our hands & hearts during the hard times and rejoicing with us during the good times. He IS the One who holds us in His righteousness right hand when all we can do is put one foot in front of the other and just keep going. Sometimes people think I must have messed up for God to “ put” me in situation X,Y, or Z. I believe He allows hard things to happen in “good” people’s lives to draw us closer to Him. I know that 2020 has served to strengthen my faith as well as personal relationships I had begun to take for granted. So I am thankful/ grateful for the battles fought & won as well as lessons learned. Hugs to you.
So glad you are at a better place now and still willing to touch children’s lives (and share with other educators). Enjoy all your blessings as you refresh/ restore your mind & soul this summer. Best wishes for a fabulous next school year.

Vicki Davis June 28, 2021 - 8:12 pm

Life isn’t easy, for sure. As we’ve studied Job in church lately, I’ve moved from ever even asking why and focus on who. Who is God – He helps me through. I’m glad you are stronger through all this. It has been a hard time for sure.


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