One of those words that packs so much power and for the most part means change.
Change has never been hard for me, I’ve always been pretty adaptable.
For instance, being born and raised in Ohio and calling home from college one day to find that my parents were uprooting and my next visit “home” would be Charleston, SC. I remembered nearly 20 years of good times, packed them up and learned to love the beach even more.
Or graduating college on May 15th, 2004 and arriving at my summer housing, a dormitory at George Washington University weeks later on May 27th to start my internship at EMILY’s List which would hopefully lead to a job in our nation’s capital.
And 15 months later and 4 “city moves” later, I found myself humbly packing my bags to return to my parent’s new home, a small town in North Carolina.
And it’s been nearly 9 years of ups and downs, trying to grow up, finding myself, and acquiring a really great group of friends. I was even president of The Junior League for 4 months!
The last 2 years have proven to be the most vital for me. I really thought I had jumped into the career I had wanted.
I really thought that I was supposed to be a life long classroom teacher. I had dreams of getting my Masters of Education, sitting for my National Board Certification, perhaps even getting into administration one day.
And then my school year started last August, and I just wasn’t excited. I kept trying to talk myself out of my funk and I just couldn’t.
I wanted to tell myself that my lack of passion wasn’t showing but it was.
By Christmas break, I knew I didn’t want to do it anymore. It wasn’t the kids, I love kids.
It was everything else and if you have been a teacher or know someone who is, you can understand.
And finally in April, I was able to come clean and confess to my principal who I respect and like very much, that I was thinking about other possibilities.
She applauded me for being honest with myself and offered to help anyway she could with my next step.
So when I came to her office on Monday and looked her straight in the eye to tell her that I didn’t want to be a teacher anymore, she understood and gracefully let me resign.
I would love to tell you all that I have a grand plan for my next transition, but I don’t.
And that’s scary and unsettling.
But as a dear (fairly new) friend said to me, “Whatever it is, it will involve success.”
So I hold onto God’s plan and my faith in that plan and look forward to the next transition.