Friday, August 4, 2023

Thar she goes

Flying a red-eye to DC and having no sleep is apparently no joke when you're 46.

I had plans to explore the city each day after the Head Start conference finished but found myself in bed by 6pm and up again from 10pm-2am.

Finally on Thursday, I departed Hawaiʻi on Sunday night, I took advantage of our 12:30pm end time to catch a tour of the Capitol and Library of Congress - also passed the courthouse where 45 was to arrive.  I felt good, I even enjoyed dinner with Head Start Region 11 T&TA folks.

I packed my bags, brought out my laptop and book from the Library of Congress to read to Kilohana (I'm a YouTuber 😂), took a shower.....then ended up on calls with colleagues from Hawaiʻi until 1:30am.

I obviously fell asleep and did not set my alarm.  I knew something was wrong when I woke on my own.  

OMG it's 7:26am!!!  Flight leaves at 8:26.  
Immediately thought of Tamika's call when she fell asleep and missed her shuttle.

No brushing teeth, throw in bag, zip luggage, look around, grab purse, grab laptop bag, run down stairs, bypass check out, what 7 min until shuttle arrives?, run back in and check out, rush out to shuttle, not here, why is my bag light, omg no laptop, ask front desk for new key, rush back upstairs, grab laptop and find book!!!, run back down, get on shuttle, rush to check in, where is it?, security assists, 3rd floor, too late for check in (7:50am), agent books another flight because she can't get my luggage on and we can't fly separate, call husband (2am) to alert him, text daughter, she calls, I sit and talk until her phone dies shortly after, walk through TSA, call husband, sit and breathe deeply.

OMG, I need a HUGE coffee.

Three hours later, I am now sitting to reflect.  What a hot mess!!!!!!  

In the midst of this experience, I was pissed that I woke up late, irritated that the shuttle wasnʻt there waiting for me, irritated that I didnʻt know how to check out, annoyed that there were so many people waiting for the shuttle with so many bags, annoyed that they dropped me off at the baggage claim and not the check in, frustrated that Delta and American did not have their check ins at the same spot, irritated that my luggage and self could not travel separately, and mad I brought a check in bag because I COULD have made the flight if I brought a stupid carry on.

I also felt gratitude.  Thankful for the free shuttle, thankful for the kind, accommodating, and quick front desk employee, thankful I found my laptop...and book!, thankful for the brief nice conversation with my seat mate on the way to the airport, thankful for the security who saw my struggle / lost / panicked face and told me American was on the 3rd floor, thankful that the American agent booked me to still get home tonight, thankful for my TSA pre-check, thankful that Sean and Tamika answered their phones, and thankful that I have an opportunity to decompress and RELAX.

At any moment I could have flipped my shit and started spewing all of my emotions on innocent people around me when the problem was mine alone - and I knew this.

This past week, so many states shared that, in light of the current political climate, they cannot speak certain words.  One of our activities was dialoguing about other words for Social Emotional Learning, Mental Health, and Developmentally Appropriate Practices - all words and ideas that are banned in certain states and have gotten people fired from their jobs.

All I know is because I had the skills to reflect in the midst of my crisis, to know that while I felt irritated and upset that the problem was mine and no one elseʻs, and that I cared for people I did not know - I processed my thinking, feelings, and behavior in a productive manner.

We ALL need to learn and practice these skills.  
Who knows when weʻll encounter an unexpected experience that will require these capabilities.

So here I am, grateful to be at the airport for the last 3 hours, thankful to now be making 2 stops in junk middle seats, grateful that Iʻll be getting home later than expected but still today, and thankful for my family who will pick me up even though it will be inconvenient.

P.S. PLEASE let me win the Mega Bucks! 😀

P.P.S. The thought of "PAGING PASSENGER YUUKO ARIKAWA-CROSS for AMERICAN FLIGHT XXX, YUUKO ARIKAWA-CROSS for AMERICAN FLIGHT XXX" is mortifying.  #darcy

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"Broadly speaking, social and emotional learning (SEL) refers to the process through which individuals learn and apply a set of social, emotional, and related skills, attitudes, behaviors, and values that help direct students. This includes thoughts, feelings, and actions in ways that enable them to succeed in school." (https://www.nu.edu/blog/social-emotional-learning-sel-why-it-matters-for-educators/)

Interventions lead to sweet results


I FINALLY "hatched" twin dragon babies!

After their white elaborate flowers briefly burst open, I believed they would wilt with their bottom core turning yellow, become soggy and fall off, like the numerous ones before them. 

Not these two, who are amongst a cohort of 30+ flowers weʻve had this season - a record!!
(*Notice that out of all those flowers, only 2 fruit, but Iʻm grateful.)

Their two green egg-like nubs with pointed leafy ends held on.  Each of these past 30 days or so, Iʻd cautiously and optimistically check to see if they were still attached and YES THEY WERE!

One evening while putting the hens away, I noticed wretched garden snails munching on them.  I flung those suckers as hard as I could into our hollow tile garden wall - similar to throwing a runner out from third to first - a position I once played.  I should have been kinder and thrown them away.

I encased these two in netted bags, wrapped so carefully to not break them off, and also conscious enough so each could get their fill of sun and water while being protected.

One day I began to see a shade of fuchsia appear (my favorite color) and it slowly crept until it chased out the green.

Imperfect sides
Imperfect points of their once were leaves
....and the most appreciated and divine slivers the 6 of us could ever share
Perfect

Who amongst us are snails and who are the interveners working towards a sweet reward?

P.S.
I googled to discover what their "leaves" are called and itʻs a bract.