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.

It did.

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.



  1. Good for you girl!! Follow your heart. I’m so proud of you!
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  2. I think it’s good to take a decision like that. Teacher is in a way a passion, and once you lose that passion, that excitement at the beginning of a new year/semester, it’s brave to recognize that. I will be glad this school year will be over soon, as I need to regroup. I cannot seem to find and translate the motivation needed anymore, but I still love the job.
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  3. Wishing you good luck on your career journey! It’s great that you had the courage to admit to yourself that it wasn’t for you. Some people waste years and years of their lives trying to squelch down those feelings. I’m on my second Master’s. My first “job” as stay-at-home mom didn’t work out too well after my 17-year marriage collapsed. That was pretty devastating for me–I had always wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. Instead, I had to hustle to get my Bachelor’s, then a Master’s only to realize that a psychology Master’s degree isn’t worth too much (think Liberal Arts). I’m 47, but I’m enjoying the process. I wish the same for you (enjoyment of the process that is!).
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    • There’s nothing wrong with taking time to follow your bliss Nicole. It gets questioned yes but it’s part of everyone’s journey. Thank you for commenting! Best of luck to you as well!

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