It's really been awhile since I've posted on my poor, neglected little blog, and honestly, it doesn't look like that's going to get better any time soon. After a wonderful summer of watching the grands and a fabulous cruise with the hubs, I came home and didn't even get fully unpacked before I had a job offer, which has totally consumed my life.
Once upon a time, before there were grands or children or even a husband, there was this idea that I would one day teach English. Then the changes came, one by one. Good ones, but sometimes distracting. First, my mom got me a job at the bank where she worked so I could earn money to pay for college.
Next came the husband, right in the middle this educational adventure. He was military, and so we moved a lot. Since I was in a rush to get my degree, I didn't take any Ed courses, just the courses necessary to get that oh-so-essential piece of paper. Meanwhile, I kept working at banks as we moved around. It seemed like they always needed people.
Sometime later, children came, but by now, the banking thing was a career, and I was deeply entrenched.
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Quilts I made in 2013 |
Then, decades later, I got laid off, and I got to quilt full time for almost a year and a half. It was awesome!
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Things I swapped in 2013 |
But as amazing as full-time quilting was for my emotional well-being, it wasn't so great for the budget. In fact, I realized that if I spent all my retirement money before I was 60, there were going to be bleak years ahead.
Somewhere along the line, I remembered that old dream of teaching English, and started applying for various teaching positions with our local school district. One day I went to an interview, and the next thing I knew I had a job offer. From there, it got crazy. In fact, it's been a little like trying to sip water from a fire hose.
Between teaching 130 students a day and taking the necessary classes and workshops for my certification, Barbie has been pretty lonely. And when I 'm not teaching, taking classes, or grading papers, I am sleeping. But I am confident that these early days won't last forever. Hopefully, one day soon, I can come home from work and sit down and do a little quilting, just as I did when I was a full-time banker.
Until then, please don't give up on me. I'll be back.