Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Really everyday should be the first day of the rest of your life. One should strive to live in the moment and always look out the windshield (with an occasional glance in the rearview mirror). But for me it really is. I find myself on a bit of a self inflicted hiatus from what I love the most; teaching. I don’t regret the risks I took or standing up for what I want and believe in, but I do find myself in an out-of-my-comfort-zone time.
Life sometimes throws you up in the air spins you around and sets you down at the start of a road without a map. When this happens to me, and it has many times, I hear the words of my husband; keep it simple.
I am a teacher. I can’t think of any other career that would fulfill my life.
I am blessed.
I care very deeply about people. Very.Deeply.
I have a family who loves me unconditionally. Unconditionally.
I have friends and former students who lift my heart out when the rest of me is down (to quote Sam Smith).
I love my family.
I have a tendency to land on my feet. Phew.
I am a bit of an organizational freak. I need routine and structure.
I want to be as strong as I possibly can be.
I love to cook and bake.
I love to write.
This blog is a new beginning for me. To comment on this new stage of my life and to keep those simple things in check. Thanks for reading and helping me navigate this unknown road that lies ahead.
But truthfully what lies ahead at the moment is laundry, a pork roast that needs to go into the crock pot, and the pilot of Once Upon a Time.