Wednesday, November 30, 2011
When discouragement arrives
No matter how hard we try to be upbeat and optimistic, discouragement comes. We work with someone, try to help a person, only to be told that we don't know what we're talking about, that even though we may be experts, that person knows more than we even if only a newbie and inexperienced.
We think we can help, teach, give understanding and assistance, only to be ignored or berated for daring to think anything we have to offer is worthwhile. How sad, how disappointing, how depressing.
I've been in that position so often I should be acclimated. Why then do I take such times to heart and feel hurt? Because I hope, over and over and over. Even after teaching teenagers for nearly thirty years, I still believe that somewhere young people have a streak of work ethic, a pinch of maturity, a smidgen of desire to improve. I have met a few; they do exist, even if in small numbers. Therefore, knowing the unlikelihood of finding such qualities from years of experience, why do I keep being disappointed and discouraged?
I'm also disappointed by adults from time to time. I'm discouraged by myself occasionally, too. I need to find a way to bounce back quicker and easier, but my heart feels heavy for such a long time.
Therefore, I need to reach deep inside and find that core of optimism I know lives there. I need to forgive (which I do) and find a way to forget at least the feeling of betrayal, even if not the circumstances, the events. I can do this. I know I can, and I will.
However, discouragement happens and needs to be faced. Ignoring the bitterness only allows it to fester and grow more poisonous. I'll be brave, face it face on, and grow stronger because, or despite, of it.