tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323372985310307718.post7213049374488583673..comments2023-10-22T05:17:46.986-07:00Comments on Catbird Scout: Golden MomentDeb Shuckahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03439395710731341021noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323372985310307718.post-11357719207372570252015-05-05T17:58:41.674-07:002015-05-05T17:58:41.674-07:00I didn't know that story of your childhood bal...I didn't know that story of your childhood bald eagle. I love that. You are so much like that bald eagle. You will sore with amazement. I canNOT wait to see who you become next year. You are awesome, Deb!!<br />triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04929205365777864208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323372985310307718.post-29172657378299086782015-04-16T20:42:50.207-07:002015-04-16T20:42:50.207-07:00"I breathe in hugs a bit more deeply, look in..."I breathe in hugs a bit more deeply, look into faces a little more closely,"<br /><br />Wow, wow, wow. How did I not see this post? I'm so happy for you. I understand trying to find the energy to give your all for something just a little longer. And then, that energy is not there, nor will be no matter how to try to rationalize it. You are in need of a new routine. Subbing, especially when you know the kids and the teachers, can bring much more ease than walking into a school and classroom cold. <br /><br />Very excited to see what you do with your other days. And, when are you coming sit on my dock with me. We can write. Midlife Roadtripperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06700277803842883251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323372985310307718.post-7083733164916683092015-04-13T14:52:07.442-07:002015-04-13T14:52:07.442-07:00This is so beautiful, Deb. I'm glad you were a...This is so beautiful, Deb. I'm glad you were able to decide to retire, to escape the wrecking ball (I saw myself trying to work in a toxic waste dump). You will love being retired, returning as a sub and also finding time for your passions away from work. I hope your bittersweet goodbyes are way more sweet than bitter. Nancy/BLissed-Out Grandmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17223278142557533175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323372985310307718.post-47282482781706665342015-04-07T08:06:03.795-07:002015-04-07T08:06:03.795-07:00I hope all of your memories of teaching are like t...I hope all of your memories of teaching are like this one, Debbie! So happy for you!Sharonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323372985310307718.post-32885777344931382582015-04-07T08:04:03.698-07:002015-04-07T08:04:03.698-07:00Hope all of your teaching memories will be days li...Hope all of your teaching memories will be days like this, Debbie! So happy for you!Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10607423282084732347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323372985310307718.post-40888777392368499082015-04-01T08:40:19.708-07:002015-04-01T08:40:19.708-07:00I wish you everything that you hope to be, to have...I wish you everything that you hope to be, to have and to remember. Letting go is one of the hardest things yet so easy once done. I remember thinking I'd never like to give up my work. I loved my job, loved being the director of a small company I had helped start. I loved the Monday mornings and Friday evening always came with me still wishing there were more hours in the day for this project or that. Four years ago, I stepped aside, gave up my role and concentrated on writing, family and friends. I cannot say I retired, I still do some freelance work and officially, I am still a director but once I had stepped aside, I found the person I had once been, waiting for me, but with so much more to give. I wish the same for you Deb. You wrote that all beautifully. You are indeed an inspiration :-)Deborah Barkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17261449936843388583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323372985310307718.post-29725283735908106632015-03-29T12:24:19.896-07:002015-03-29T12:24:19.896-07:00Good luck on your new adventure. I'm happy for...Good luck on your new adventure. I'm happy for you! I wondered how I would feel being off for 3 months after my surgery. Surely the hospital would collapse without me! It didn't and I realized that I enjoyed being home. I still have 4 yrs before I can retire but previously I was considering working until I was 70...not any more! I'm excited to see and read all about your retirement. I know you'll be an inspiration!yayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12047536332780197024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323372985310307718.post-59619889058272657952015-03-29T08:50:51.595-07:002015-03-29T08:50:51.595-07:00What Linda said. You write it all so well, so perf...What Linda said. You write it all so well, so perfectly, that I can see you watching out the window with the class, and I can feel your love for those souls who are lucky to have been in your sphere for awhile. Part of life is the necessity of moving on to the new. I look forward to our extended Vashon retreat! Thank you, Deb. :-)DJanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07152183871573797791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323372985310307718.post-39245472126630931562015-03-29T07:41:03.946-07:002015-03-29T07:41:03.946-07:00There is so much here that I can identify with!
My...There is so much here that I can identify with!<br />My last spring in the classroom was now ten years ago! That's hard to believe. Like you, I poured my heart and soul into my work. Burn out was real. I announced at the beginning of that year that it would be my last. By then I was the Literacy coach, no longer working directly with my own classes of students. I was still trying to reconcile the district mandates with the reality of the classroom. By the spring of that year a wonderful feeling of lightness descended over me. I did not worry about what they would do without me, although if I was to believe what I was being told, everyone else did. I was moving on, I was going to fly free like the eagles.<br />And I did. It has been an amazing ten years.<br />And so I wish for you that feeling of lightness this spring. Savor the good stuff and let the rest go. Your time to soar is coming. Begin to stretch your wings. Linda Reederhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07665601809156707572noreply@blogger.com