The Excitement of Honesty

So this was me, about an hour ago. I was a nervous wreck. This week has been an up and down sort of thing. I have been looking for housing, and hitting road blocks, I have been having good and bad classes, and on and on. I have felt sort of like a chicken with its head cut off, and no real means of getting a grasp on all that is spinning around me.

Well today, started with a good omen. I walked into the main office, signed in, and checked my mailbox--ahoy, there was a package. My glasses, which I ordered a month ago, finally arrived. This was a great way to start the day. I bought two pairs, and the new pair, a model I have no previously owned, fits immaculately. I slid them on, and felt the cool comfort of control.

Finished my first period, with walking around the student project fair--it was great to see all of the creativity.

I came back, and I decided the time was now: I was going to tell my principal that I was not coming back next year. I skyped my mom, talked to a few other teachers, and I was ready to go. Well actually, I stumbled across this link on Ted Talks, and pretty much, I took it as a sign from the all knowing universe:

Stefan Safmeister: The Power of Time Off (I will be making a plan for the next year of progress)

I rehearsed in the bathroom, and talked in the hallways, and finally I ran in to her office. My voice trembled something awful, but I slowed myself down. I explained how nervous I was, but that I would not be acting in integrity, if I did not tell her that I was not coming back, before she went to the international job fair. I told her that my mom was a director of a school as well, and that she had reiterated the woes of late announcements of departure. I was NERVOUS! I told her that at 26, I feel this calling to pursue my art, and to make it my focus. I told her that moving here has made me realize that the time is now. She told me an anecdote about her friend, and her similar drive to become a teacher. I told her amen. She said that we needed to hug. We hugged. I skipped down the hallway, and this is me now:





Praise the power of taking conrtol of the things I have control over--praise to proactive choices to become a better citizen. PRAISE LIFE!