In my imagination, surfing seems carefree and fun. It isn't. For every wave they successfully surfed, these guys wiped out at least ten times. Some of the falls looked painful. Others were simply embarrassing. But after each fall, they got right back up. Every single one of them.
In thinking about the new school year, I have been afraid of wiping out. Our school is undergoing big and important changes. It seems scary. We have restructured the schedule, moved teachers around, and lost a beloved administrator. There will be new students, new faculty members, new technologies, new procedures, new responsibilities and new curricula. I am going to fall down. A lot.
My goal is to be more like those surfers. I want to be able to show up prepared, bringing with me the tools, skills and determination I need to be successful. I want to laugh, joke, sing and have fun - even in those moments when the waves seem overwhelming and the odds are not in my favor. Most importantly, I want to be able to keep getting up. I will fall. Sometimes, it will be painful. Other times, embarrassing. But like the surfers, I must remember to get up more times than I fall.