My son, a gold medalist!

I thought that by finishing a big project that dragged on for weeks, i'd be sighing in relief. i was wrong. how was i rewarded? i got scolded at, that's how, and in front of a lot of people, and over something i didn't have complete control over.
but anyway, that's water under the bridge. what's important to me is that the job came out very nice, more than i expected in fact. and i've learned not a few lessons.

and now, to my good news. my son is getting a gold medal in school come april 1, for academic excellence. i gave him the news soon as i could and the first thing he said was: finally, i'm getting a medal!
he's always had high grades since the time he started schooling. he has gotten other awards too, and has always belonged to the top five of his class. but being a very expressive little boy, his "expressiveness" always put him in the "noisy boys" list. and in his school, that has serious consequences, like not getting a medal despite a high average because of "misbehavior". but anyway, when this school year started, i told him to just do his best, he's only in grade 1 anyway; i even relaxed my own rules because i feel his being very vocal in school would help him a lot in later years. if i quell that now, i would also be killing self-expression. in any case, he's one soul who couldn't be easily tamed, or quelled, anyway.
so after a long haul, this news that he's finally getting one was truly a welcome surprise. and i'm happy for him, and truly truly proud of him.

Coming up for Air

After so many days of staring at computers, i'm finally coming up for air. i have finished two journals, an annual report, and a souvenir program. i'm drained. i'm exhausted. i'm totally wiped out. i guess it's not so much the designing that tires me out, it's dealing with egos of varying sizes that pushes me to my wits' end. that, coupled with senseless, unnecessary disruptions from people who are supposed to help that makes me crave for a tree house to disappear to.
but anyway, for the time being at least, i can breathe. then tonight, when i get home, it's review time with my kid who is about to take his periodical exams. a few more days...just a few more...and i can just sit down and resume my cross-stitching while watching American Idol.
of course, it'd be even better if i could just pack my bag and head for the beach for a whole month of solitude, to shake off whatever this is that has been robbing me of my peace of mind for days now. but that's wishful thinking. the cause of the unease isn't likely to disappear so it's up to me to find a way to live with it.

amazing how much you take peace for granted, then crave for it when someting takes it away from you.