My time teaching at the Oliverian School has been a great example in comparing being stuck or unstuck. When I taught during the summer session in 2012, it was new and fresh. Northern New Hampshire was displayed in all its glory and as a new space, I explored it constantly. Every moment that I had time off, I was exploring nooks and crannies throughout the Upper Valley and Vermont.
Comparably, when I returned last winter, I dug myself in. My explorations and adventures were anomalies instead of the norm. Despite loving springtime in the northeast, I did not get out and enjoy it the way I should have. There are exceptions of course, like gardening often at Kathy's house, but my zest for exploring and appreciating everything around me was not as high as I like it to be.
Much of this year, the worst of winter excluded, I have been incredibly unstuck. Something about knowing I am leaving this area and the opportunities it presents have me constantly on the look out for the chance to make more memories and enjoy every chance I have to enjoy life. Whether it has been connecting with friends and family during Spring Break, saving salamanders with students, or leading a weekend trip for sushi, I am up for every activity that comes my way. With barely five weeks until I begin training with the Peace Corps, I have had plenty of impetus to un-stick myself. The challenge I cannot embrace right now is unsticking myself when I do not have such an incredible force pushing me to maximize my life.