I was sitting at my computer this morning thinking about my going away party in Astoria, OR at Clatsop County Women's Resource Center in June 2009. I was leaving my job as a domestic violence case worker and moving on from community college to Western Oregon University to complete my bachelors degree in Teaching. Now, I am one class away from my BA in English/Linguistics. I am still following the education path. I will start my MA in teaching by September of this year. I have been a college student since January 2008. My #1 teacher has not been the college experience but just life in general. Don't get me wrong. I have learned a wealth of knowledge in college and developed long-term relationships. My daily struggles have brought me a wealth of knowledge, patience, and perseverance. This morning while I was thinking about my going away party, I was looking at a ceramic teachers apples that says, "#1 Teacher," that my colleges had presented me with. I am so moved by this token of their appreciation and support. I know it means more than being teacher in the academic sense.
It is time for me to learn from my lessons. I have a wealth of knowledge available at my fingertips and it's time to create an action plan for my life. I have talked a lot about making changes but I haven't made those changes. I was in my unemployment meeting today talking over my son's early psychotic break with this state worker and found myself dwelling in mystery. Even though I believe things are getting better, I am becoming needy and sorry for myself. It just isn't healthy. My boyfriend got me some books on starting my own business. I am going to take some time to look at those this weekend. I will also get my business plan going. I just have so many demands on my time I just don't know when to say, NO! I need time to figure me out.
Right now, I am happy to have time to write this blog. This morning was a successful one. I did every thing I set out to accomplish. Now, I plan on having a wonderful afternoon and evening. My mom is leaving town tomorrow and I hardly got to spend any time with her. I have counseling tomorrow. This will be my second visit. We are still working on my assessment. I just want to spill my guts out and have Martha help me pick up the pieces. I know therapy doesn't work that way though.
Love you all and talk later,
Jenny
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