The Cup

Sometimes in life, the cup is half-empty, sometimes it is half-full, sometimes it runneth-over, and sometimes it is bone dry. I’d like to say it is all in a person’s perspective, but I don’t really believe that. I do, however, believe that sometimes, life hands a person a set of circumstances and those circumstances define themselves and all the person can do is deal with the cup they are dealt. That is not always a negative thing, but it is not always positive either. It all depends on what is in the cup and what you do with it.

Tag: women

  • Post #19: 6/23/26

    Post #19: 6/23/26

    Cup Status: 3/4 Full, but a Bit Shaky

    This summer has been both a reflective summer and one where I have read the words of many female writers, some of whom I knew I would connect with and others I knew that I probably wouldn’t. I have chosen the books on my reading list for three main reasons: 1. The authors are female, 2. I own the physical copies on my bookshelf and I am trying to keep only those books that I truly love or connect with, and 3. They are available on the Libby app for me to listen to so that I can do a combination of reading in print and listening on audio depending on if I am at home or working at my second job at Walmart. My inspiration for today’s post comes from a book that I didn’t think I was going to connect to much, and it isn’t because I didn’t think the book wouldn’t be worth reading or because I had any pre-conceived notions about the author, it was because I knew the author has a Christian point of view and that is a part of my past that I have detached from many years ago for myriad reasons. However, true to my teacher heart, I vow to always find at least one nugget worth holding onto from anything that I read or any professional development I attend or motivational speech that I listen to. It is just part of my nature. If I am going to spend part of my life with these words, then by golly, I am going to get something out of it. It turns out that despite some of the “Christianese” that stuck in my chest and made me feel the old anxiety, I did gain several beautiful insights from Rachel Hollis’s book Girl, Wash Your Face. I’ll admit that I listened to this one on the Libby app and wound up typing a few notes into my phone and writing a few others on scraps of paper that I came across while picking groceries at Walmart; see cover photo for evidence of this. Lol! Either way, my biggest “Aha moment” came when she said, “Every year you get to write the chapter of your story; don’t write the same one 75 times and call it a life.” I know, I know. There was some drama about plagiarism surrounding Rachel and this quote, but we are not besties. I can still be inspired by it.

    So, when I heard this quote come through my off-brand AirPods, I stopped in my tracks. I was supposed to be picking groceries- probably a bag of shredded cheese (the favorite blend in my town is fiesta… or possibly a party-size bag of Doritos, another town staple)- but I paused and wrote this quote down on a scrap of paper that I found in my vest pocket. It made me think about my own life. It made me think specifically about my family’s finances and the struggles we have been facing for the past several years that we thought we had overcome, but that came back with a surprise vengeance with home repair issues with our new house and then with health issues for my husband and then with the survival that follows major health issues. It truly felt like we were writing the same chapter over and over. Financial struggle. Fix it. Start to recover. Major catastrophe. Wipe out any small amout in savings. Financial struggle. Fix it. Start to recover. Major catastrophe. Wash-Rinse-Repeat. Then within that cycle came the anger, denial, acceptance, depression, numbness, and anxiety cycle that followed. I asked my therapist if I somehow sabotaged myself into this constantly happening. Did I somehow secretly revel in despair and in overcoming seemingly insurmountable odds over and over again? Did I secretly believe in my subconscious that I didn’t deserve to be happy? OR, was the universe just against me? Maybe I was cursed? I had no idea. (By the way, he said no. He said that there was no way that I could orchestrate events such as a deer totalling my husband’s car or my husband suddenly going into heart failure. I still wonder about being cursed…JK, but maybe not JK…) But this quote made me realize that I am not going to take the current fallout from the last catastrophe lying down. This chapter will have a different ending. We are taking steps to get out of the situation sooner; they are legal, I promise. But this time, we are not taking the long road. It is a scary decision, but one that is better in the long run. I don’t want the next 40 years of my life to be the same as the first 40. These chapters will be different.

    Something else that Rachel talks about often is the importance of doing things that make the reader happy. This is also my new mantra. I am going to focus more on doing those things. I have been spending more time this summer reading, gardening, napping, and relaxing. There are tons of things that I need to do, but I am taking time for me and for my soul to heal and to gain back the strength that the school year and that life have zapped from me. I have been writing more entries here. I want to write more, but slow and steady is the start. I don’t want to jump in too fast and make this feel like a chore instead of something I enjoy. With all of the relaxing, I do know that the time for action is coming. Because the new chapters are going to involve more than just financial changes. The final pages of Rachel’s book really felt like an altar call, but instead of accepting Christ, they were about accepting the person I want to become and then taking concrete steps to become her. No, seriously, listen to the audio recording of Rachel reading the book and tell me if the tone and urgency don’t suddenly change as she nears the end. While I didn’t feel the need to find the nearest church and ask for prayer, it did give me the goosebump push I needed to truly think about this new chapter version of myself. Not the NEW & IMPROVED TANYA, but the Tanya I was always meant to be. Rachel says, “Only you have the power to change your life…You’ve always had the power, Dorothy. You just have to stop waiting for someone else to do it for you. There is no easy way out of this; there is no life hack. Just you and your God-given strength and how much you desire change.” Remove the “God-given” and I am fully on board. I know that there is no easy way out. I’ve tried easy ways to lose weight and ways to make quick money online, and none of those work. If there is going to be any kind of lasting change, it takes time and commitment, strength and work. It takes a desire to change and the will to not give up. My hold back has been the energy to lift that desire and make it a reality. But, in two weeks, my second job will be gone. I will have more time and more energy. I’ve learned that I can walk between 5 and 8 miles in a Walmart shift. That is a lot of physical activity. Imagine what I can do with that time if I get to use it for what I want? Yoga can come back into my life or hiking or dancing with my kids. The dreams are going to become a reality. I am so excited.

    So, as Rachel says at the end of the book I am going to, “Stop crying about what happened and take control of what happens next. Get up, right now. Rise up from where you’ve been. Scrub away the tears and the pain of yesterday, and start again…” My story is far from over. Many of my chapters are still unwritten. I have so many dreams that I don’t know which ones will come to fruition in my lifetime, but I will continue to dream and continue to work for as many as I can.

    One last piece of advice from Rachel that stood out to me and that I am taking this platform to state is this: She says to write your goals in plain sight. Write them somewhere you can see them. So, I am writing them here where I can see them and where others can see them. I am also writing them and placing them near my writing desk as a visual reminder that I have goals that I will accomplish.

    Goal 1. Become debt-free in 5 years (with the exception of the mortgage)

    Goal 2. Get healthy and lose weight so that I weigh under 200 pounds

    Goal 3. Become a full-time, published writer who can support herself financially with her craft.

    Well, world, here are my goals. They are out in the universe. I am going to work towards them and see what comes out in a later chapter. I hope that my life book is plenty long with lots of plot twists and choose-your-own-adventure moments mixed in. No more cookie-cutter chapters for this girl.

  • Post #16: 6/1/26

    Post #16: 6/1/26

    Cup Status: Empty, Not Even a Drop.

    So, it has been quite some time since I have posted. There were days when it ached not to write. There were other days when I was too exhausted to remember to write. Then there were days when I didn’t feel anything at all. When I think back on the last 6 months, I have been pretty absent from my own life. Trying to keep my head, and the heads of my four family members, above water will do that to a person. I have always been a nose-to-the-grindstone kind of person, but when we couldn’t pay our bills and couldn’t afford food for our children, things had to rapidly change. So, in October, I applied for a second job. This was after months of crunching the numbers and selling things and calling creditors and asking for an extension and trying to hide my growing panic from everyone who loves me. I know what some of you might be thinking. Wow, a second job. That isn’t that heroic. People do this all the time. True, and I am not negating that, but for me, this was, and continues to be, a very large sacrifice of time. I am an English teacher who teaches daily and who grades for hours. Yes, after 21 years, I have mastered the art of grading as quickly as possible, but when you have 150 students, assignments and essays still take time, and I mean HOURS of time FOR WHICH WE DO NOT GET PAID BECAUSE THERE ISN’T ENOUGH TIME IN THE CONTRACTED DAY TO GET IT ALL DONE IN THE EXPECTED TIMELY MANNER. So, I grade on my couch while holding my children. I grade in my bed while trying to stay awake. I take my grading to my second job and grade during my breaks. This has brought some camaraderie to my second job as I get many offers to help and jovial suggestions of what comments to leave. I just love that I am completing work for one job at my other place of work. Shrug and sigh, but this is because I get things done. To my own detriment at times.

    Well, back in October, I was hired to work at Walmart in my small town. I quickly learned that I would be working with many former students and several current students. What a strange place to be where some called me by my first name while others called Ms. T. Then people I didn’t know before working there called me Ms. T just because some of the teenagers did. It was kind of funny. I just started to respond to anything that sounded like it was aimed at me, as long as it wasn’t insulting. If it was, I yelled something equally fun back…just kidding…unless it was an adult whom I did not know in any educational way. I appreciated this job for many reasons. I didn’t have to be in charge of anything or anyone. I could just show up, work hard, and go home. What a novel concept. I could joke around with people and be a little bit more of myself, as long as the current students weren’t there…awkward…I could listen to audiobooks while working since I don’t work in a customer-facing position. I have finished 39 books this calendar year so far! But, as I worked 4-6 days a week, my body began to protest. Then my mind. I couldn’t stay awake. I couldn’t focus. Then, my emotions went crazy. I was angry and emotional and irrational and laughing and crying all in the same 15-minute span. Things were not working, but I was bringing in extra money that we so desperately needed. And, something unexpected happened during the first few months when I felt myself losing control of my life and my schedule. I was finding satisfaction in my Walmart job that I rarely (at least it feels like rarely) felt at my teaching job. A coworker would ask me how to do something and I would show them. Then they would do it correctly and tell me thanks! Then, they would be praised by the team lead for doing a good job that day or days or weeks later. I saw the immediate benefit of my teaching. In my classroom, I would often teach a student one-on-one and see them correctly understand and demonstrate that understanding of a concept to me and then get every response wrong on a formative assessment later that hour or the next class period. Barely any time had passed and they had already forgotten. What was the point? Why did I bother? (Now, this was not the case with every student, but you get the point). I would work hard during a 9-hour closing shift and at the end of the night, everything was done well. I knew that we had set the morning crew up for a successful opening shift. There was satisfaction in that. I knew that my work would benefit the next shift. But, at school, I can only hope that my students will remember what I teach them so that their teacher the next year will be set up for success as well. I can only hope…not know for sure. That is so disheartening.

    So, for months, Walmart took over my spare time. I barely saw my kids. I barely saw my spouse. My house fell apart. Forget meal planning. Forget getting my hair cut or painting my nails. Did I take a shower last night? I don’t remember; I was so tired that I was lucky I took out my contacts before falling asleep. When was the last time I saw my family and friends? I don’t know. Then came the worst moment. Despite all of the extra hours, it wasn’t enough. We were still drowning in debt and could not take out any more small loans from companies like Affirm. We were nearing Christmas and were worried. I sent a text that I didn’t want to send. Not because I was scared or worried she would say no, but because I was ashamed. I was ashamed that I had failed so badly. I had failed at being a provider. At being a mom. At being a wife. At being the person she had raised. How had I let things get this bad? Of course, no one expects to have their spouse experience a catastrophic medical event that almost takes their life and leaves them saddled with thousands and thousands in medical debt and the fallout that comes with that, but why hadn’t I made smarter choices? I should have saved more. I shouldn’t have bought this or that. I shouldn’t have done this or that. My mind swam with all of my failures and all of the choices that I had made that had led to the text that I was about to send. So, I took a deep breath and just asked my mom if she could please lend us money to buy the kids some Christmas presents because we couldn’t afford it that year despite our best efforts. Her response was beautiful. I will have some money in your account tomorrow and it is a gift and not a loan. And she did. More than we needed. What I hadn’t said, but what she had to have known, was that we really needed money for other things too. Food. Utilities. Gas for our cars. I ugly cried because of the love and the relief and because I knew that for that brief time, I didn’t have to be my own safety net. There were other amazing people who helped us through the holidays as well. I am so blessed to have friends who stepped in and gifted my family with presents and financial assistance just because they love us and because they are some of the most amazing and selfless people I know. Just to show that when life is darkest, the universe can send a surprise, my dad visited us one day after the holidays and surprised us with some vintage finds and with a check that he had no idea how much we needed. The day he gave it to us, we had $2 in the bank and needed to buy groceries and put gas in the car, and yes, Dad, we also put it towards a medical bill. Lol!

    I am amazed at how things sometimes work out and I am so grateful for those who think of us. I really hope that one day we will be in a position where we can help others like they have helped us. What I worry about is that we will never get there. It has been 6 months and we are still working from paycheck to paycheck. I am plugging away at Walmart and working this summer on completing some graduate classes so that I can move up the pay scale at school. While this blog is about me, Jamie has also been voice-tracking for different radio stations, some in this state, some out of state, and one in Canada. Shout out! If anyone out there needs an awesome voice-tracker with 27 years of radio experience in a variety of markets and musical genres who has a ridiculous amount of musical trivia at the ready, have I got a guy for you! Some days he completes three different morning shows before I even wake up. But, despite both of us working two jobs and bringing in what we can, we are no closer to moving past surviving. It is so frustrating, so I think I just have to use this place to write about that. To get it out. I have this sign in my room that says, “Live the Life You Imagined.” Well, the life I imagined, had no crazy amounts of debt, did not involve worrying about having enough food for the week, did not include not being able to afford shoes when my kids outgrow them, did not have me convincing my sons that long hair looks good on them because we can’t afford haircuts, did not involve me being angry and depressed all the time, and definitely didn’t have me looking up jobs other than teaching that teachers can do because I just don’t know if I can last another 9 years until retirement. It involves not being so tired that I don’t have the energy to play with my kids. It involves living beyond the lowest levels of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. There is no way a person can thrive when they are trying to survive every day. Sure, we have a nice home, but we are one bad illness from losing it. Sure we have internet and streaming services, but we are one missed check from losing those, same with the cell phones, same with the electric service and the water bill and the trash service. We own our cars and are hoping that we can make them last as long as possible. Come on 2016 and 2019! You can do it!

    We are rich in the ways that matter. We have amazing families and friends. Truly. There are no words to express how much we love our people. We are working for our health after a rough two years. All tests have been coming back with positive and improved results. We have healthy children who keep us active. We have jobs, even when they frustrate the crap out of us. At those jobs, we have amazing coworkers who put up with us and keep things interesting. And, my one time-consuming hobby, my summer garden, is looking promising. Here’s hoping that some cheap seeds will indeed produce a large harvest. Maybe all of this toil and trouble will have a large harvest too and maybe it will be a positive one, but for now, my cup is empty because I am too tired to go fill it up.