I’ll admit that I am not normally a night owl, and right now its 10:30 pm, late by my standards, but it’s for good reasons.
I just realized that I have had this blog up and running for a tad over a year now. The objectives I had have been shuffled around because life, and death, happens. The world is always shaking things up for us humans; we become complacent then WHAM! life happens. I’m the first to admit that my attention on things has wavered, its like I keep finding the “new and shiny” to distract myself with.
Here it is August 1 and there is still no teaching job for me for the new school year. Yes, I am still okay with this. I’ve decided to call it a “mental health sabbatical” until I find a new school that finds me as important as I find the students.
What am I celebrating? Myself. There’s not nearly enough of that anymore. So tonight after I typed in the last two words of my first manuscript, “The End,” I realized that I worked hard for this. I followed my heart toward a dream that I’ve had , but one that I lacked the courage to reach for. I have a book that will make its way to publishing over the next few months, and I would never have gotten this far if it weren’t for my family and my friends believing in me. So yes, tonight I’ll celebrate myself and following a dream that was once so far away.