In review

The year is coming to a close. It seems like no time at all since the Pitches and Chips were in Albany singing at the new Governor-Elect of New York State’s Inauguration on New Year’s Day almost a year ago. It seems like no time at all since had just gotten out of school, ready to start a new job and na├»vely harboring all the hopes and aspirations that disintegrated so quickly. It seems like no time at all since the dreams and ambitions that had been soaring so high and so fast are now soaring even faster in another direction.

Sometimes the speed and rate at which we learn and grow up is alarming, almost frightening. Suddenly we find ourselves doing things and wanting things that we would never have expected of ourselves before. Someone asked me today why I wanted to become a teacher after leaving Buffalo. Even though I had wanted to go into journalism or public relations, somewhere in the back of my mind I always wanted to be a teacher, which might have been why I took the student-teaching job at Bennett High as part of the Linguistics minor, and why I took the job at Baker Victory Services after graduation, even though it had nothing to do with my major. It seems as though in this fast-paced day and age, where everyone is rushing into the corporate world, the general concern is How much money can I make? How far can I go? How high can I rise? The strange this is that not very long ago, that used to be my concern too, but now it’s shifted to How can I help?

Back in high school — and even in college — I watched my friends agonize over their relationships and aspire to be in relationships. I watched them titter over text messages and stutter through phone calls, and then I watched them drown their sorrows in alcohol and spitefully defend their battered egos and wounded pride. And I’ve learned that where love and relationships are concerned, pride and egos don’t exist, and in their places are courage and honesty. It doesn’t matter what happens when we tell someone we love them, but that we had the courage to tell them in the first place. What used to be Oh, God, I can’t believe I just told him has now become Thank God I had the chance to tell him, so that the time won’t come when we could end up thinking Oh, God, I wish I’d taken that chance to tell him.

One phase of life is about to come to an end, and the next phase is so very close by. It may be in a place that we swore never to set foot in again, but in the end it’s what we make of it that means anything. All that matters is that we do what’s given us to do, and if we take a step back and look at the whole picture, eventually we’ll find that tiny little silver lining that will make everything worth it.

I might have found my silver lining.

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