The Luck of the Irish, or Their Temper

My morning didn't go at all as planned. The first hour at work was perfect! I gave my students written instructions, took them in small groups of three, and had them help each other while I clapped encouragingly when they got something correct! They were diggin' it. I was diggin' it. And then the SNAFU happened! I would like to say I handled the changes with grace, but that's not how it went down. I adjusted my course according to my schedule changes, but I was pretty cranky about it and I know it showed! After I'd had an hour or so to quietly stew about my new predicament, something weird happened. I slammed on the mental brakes and told myself to knock it off! The weird part was I did this, really, without even giving it any thought. Apparently my subconscious decided we'd sulked long enough (which is new because I am a world class sulker sometimes). Without any fuss or fanfare, I was just totally over it! It was an odd, yet wonderful feeling to simply be happy in the place I was in, with the people around me, just doing what we do!

I do have a smattering of Irish ancestors, mostly from my mother's side, that sprout along my personal mongrel tree. I'd really like to think that buried somewhere in that ancestral DNA code is a bit of Irish "Luck". That could really come in handy with the plans I'm building for my future. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure what I got instead was a more than healthy dose of Irish temper (sorry about that all y'all people who've been on the receiving end of that)! I remember my father telling me once that Grandpa Brown used to say, "I'd rather be lucky than good!" Today, in honor of Saint Patrick's Day, here's wishing all of us a little bit o' the green luck and hoping we all find ways to salve our tempers! Because I gotta say, being grumpy is NOT a good look for me (or anyone else, in my humble opinion...okay, MAYBE it looks super cute on Oscar the Grouch).