Hello, there!

Hey there, internets! It's great to be back after a long absence.

Since we last spoke, so much has happened. I finished my teaching certification in December, dealt with 12 little crazies throughout my second year of teaching, cried a lot because of said crazies (among other things work-related), celebrated our second anniversary, threw a surprise 40th anniversary party for my parents, came close to mastering the art of pie-baking, accrued approximately 258 hours of kitty cuddle time, chopped my hair off, quit my job and swore off teaching for the foreseeable future, and finally got some pillows for our living room. Meanwhile, T went back to school full time in the pursuit of an engineering degree, which is incredible and I am so excited and proud of him! 

What a year.

Now I find myself where I was two years ago: unsure of what I should do with my life. Right now I'm looking for a job to support us both as I figure out my next move. Part of me feels like I failed. I hate being a quitter, but I just couldn't handle the emotional toll of my job and desperately need a position that doesn't involve me getting attacked by children on a near-daily basis. 

When I decided to quit three months ago, I cried. A lot (of course). I just kept thinking, "Why can't I just work through this job I really hate right now like a real grown up because we need the money and benefits? Why does it seem like everyone else around me has their life figured out and I'm over here deciding to quit a good career? What on earth am I going to do now?" But T and I talked it out and he reminded me that quitting doesn't equate failing and that very few people stick with one job for 30+ years. That made me feel better. 

Man, he's the best. 

So, who knows what's in store for us?  I am equal parts terrified, excited, relieved, and determined.