Wow, already?

It's 4:42PM.

School ended at 3:10. Why am I still here? I tell you, teaching is draining. Some days I think I love it, and then the next day, I wake up despising it. I've never been on such a rollercoaster. Today's our first day back after a four-day weekend. I thought I'd feel refreshed, and I still feel tired.

Sorry...am I complaining?

I talked to our guidance counselor, and I realized something that maybe you need to realize too: Just because you are good at something does not mean that you like it or that you have to do it. Wow. I feel like singing the Hallelujah Chorus with that revelation. I have decided to stick it out for one more year before making any rash decisions, but, my friends, the trial has begun. Maybe guidance counseling really IS my thing. Maybe this is just a piece of the puzzle...still the means to a different end (?) We shall see, shan't we?

Have you ever been here? Do you understand where I'm coming from? I'd love it if you did, because then I'd have a little company here sitting alone at the end of the "I love my job" lunch table, wondering why I don't.

I know God wants me here. I am not finished yet. One day, one moment at a time. As Mom says, "Just do the next thing."


"...but I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep."
(R. Frost)