Diana wrote:February was kind of a difficult month.
If I don't like the oatmeal, I don't have to eat the oatmeal.
What I want most is to be the living sacrifice Paul describes, a vessel that can max out its potential usefulness in acts of worship. I don't want to have weak handles, to be difficult to move, to be too big for the table it's to sit on but too small to hold what's intended. I want to be a vessel that shines from the patina of daily use. I want to be a vessel characterized by what's constantly spilling out of it. I want it to be one the Lord constantly reaches for in working out His Plan.
Diana wrote:AND today, I wore my size 16 jeans to school!! This is officially half the clothing size I was last year at this time! They're a little muffintoppish, but I could stand, sit, walk, teach, crouch, all the things one is expected to be able to do...comfortably. They feel like college jeans!
The whole decision has been monumentously difficult, but has become clearer and clearer over time. Teaching, after all, has been my chosen carrier ever since we studied The People in Your Neighborhood in 1st grade. (A lot of folks on this forum weren't even twinkles in anyone's eyes yet.) My mom's a teacher, my sister, my cousin, my aunt, my husband, his aunt, his cousin... I spent 5 years getting my BS, then another one to get my first credential, another year for a second and yet more time to finish my masters. I started as a preschool aid when I was 15 and worked my way up to supervisor, then switched to an actual classroom once I was qualified, then administration. And now I'm bagging the whole thing. It's not without a certain amount of mourning, not to mention breath-holding.
One thing I know, though: I am completely replaceable as a public school teacher -- and probably by someone who's a better speller!
That's not why I'm leaving, though. I'm leaving because it's time. I've been there, done that and have ALL the tee-shirts (and sweatshirts). I've come full circle and tried everything I set out to try along the way. I see an opportunity before me that is a better match with my desires, my goals, my needs, and my values regarding not only myself but my marriage and my family at large (and shrinking!).
But in the meantime, I'm only 1.3 lbs away from my gold start and 4.1 lbs away from Onederland!!! How cool is that?!?
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