The one where we Bust a Move.

The infamous song by Young MC, Bust A Move, is playing on my pandora right now.

I'm reading a new Donald Miller book called Through The Painted Desert. I haven't gotten to far in it yet, but he brings up a good point. He says "Everyone needs change, or they expire." That got me thinking about my leaving home and going to GCU. I haven't really wanted to make it a big deal. But heres the thing, I've been living in the same house since I was 7. The longest I've been away from my family is 3 weeks. Yes, I AM going home on the weekends, which is probably why I didn't really want to make a big deal out of it, but it is.

Am I scared?
Is change too much for me?
Is it really that big of deal?

Probably.

I don't really want to make a big deal out of this. But it kinda is. I mean, I quit my job that I LOVED. I'm living with someone who isn't my family. I'm having my OWN place. I have new responsiblities. Trying new thing I've never done before.
Bust a move!
The only thing that is really keeping my head on straight is the fact that I know I have Someone that has it all under control. I think that's why God allows change, for our faith to be put into practice. Faith that, He's got this. Donald Miller goes on to say one word: "Leave." It keeps resonanting in my head, like some crazy 90's song. Leave. Leave. Leave.
Bust a move!
Leave. Leave. So that's what I'm doing. It's crazy, and nerve racking, and exciting, and kinda makes me want to vomit a little. But I have faith.

So what should I do?
Bust a move.

The one with hallway.

I don't have an idea for this blog. That is why it's been a month or so since my last blog. In all transparency, I was working on a longer blog that I was updating daily about my decision to sign my contract or not for next school year. But then I ended up signing it and it's truly not an interesting blog. It was just like: "Should I? Nah. Well? Okay. Nah. Okay I will. I signed it. The end." So, now we're here, just waiting until the end of the year to finish and I am on the hook for next year. I could still leave, but breaking a contract not only gives me hives because of the ethic implications, but also there is a $2,500 fee attached to that which is NOT in my summer budget currently. I am tired of teaching. But to be fair, it is April and I am ALWAYS tired of teaching in April. But I will say this April is different. Education is different. It's changed. A part of me knows that I will be called out of teaching soon. I don't see myself retiring as...

The one with a novel I'm writing??? I guess????

I'm writing a novel. I have no idea where it is going and where it came from, but I am writing it nonetheless. I am still working out the main events and outline for this thing. Guys. I have no idea what I am doing. This is like an actual novel and I really don't think it's going to even be good. I don't think it's going to make me much of any money. But I'm writing it. It's loosely based on my life, very loosely. It's still fiction, but it has similar vibes. The idea randomly came to me one random night and then since that moment I've just been pouring out the ideas for this story. Writing is a wild thing. It's so personal and weird. I keep reading through what I have, thinking about how others might perceive this. But is that the way to do it? Or do you just put your story out there and see what happens? Do you just write it and simply not care how others see it and review it? I'm not even sure I am physically able to do that. Can I...

The one with pie.

This title is a little misleading. This blog will actually be about work. You know, that thing we all look forward to having a day off from. It’s still weird to think that I have an actual “career.” I mean, not as weird as being a parent, but still a strange concept for a person who still doesn’t feel like she’s made it into the adult world. This is my 5th year as a full time classroom teacher. It’s definitely not been easy. I’ve been through anxiety, depression, coming in early, staying super late, grading on any free time I have, crying on my lunch breaks, quitting mid year, parent complaints, thousands of hours of professional development, long term sub problems, breaking up fights, de-escalating situations, sassy teenagers, hormonal teenagers, emotional teenagers, hard situations, mandatory reporting, and of course getting BARELY above the minimum wage for all of this. I don’t go through that list to get pity or sympathy or encouragement. I go through this to let ...

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